NOVEMBER SEASIDE

Not Pearly and I.

This had to be a first for me to be in Ptown this time of year. The seashore isn't the first thing that I generally think about in the autumn and the winter. But in these times,  there has certainly been all kinds of firsts. The shore is for sun, sand and hot and lazy fun filled days, barley clothed, right?  This was a impromptu trip for the most part offered up by the dear Pearly Gates, and even though the summer frivolity and shenanigans were gone, there was still fun to be had and lazy days, and must admit, it was great with out the crowds, but trust me, I still found trouble, or does it find me..., to the dismay of Pearly. Provincetown starts to slow down for the autumn and winter, many shops and eateries were already closing up, or just opened on weekends, with very few places opened all week. Off season gives one a more local experience, and then there is the clamming, where town guest can dig for your favorite bivalves. I didn't clam. Do I look like a guy that beats laundry on rocks? I must admit it was a great time and walking down the chilly streets of the town we know today, I am stuck by the beauty of this place I hadn't seen before. I also forget that while Plymouth gets most of the attention at Thanksgiving, it was the tip of Cape Cod that the Pilgrims first touched down in Provincetown. It was a swell trip, Pearly even took me out to see Race Cove one day, and other days I busied myself while she worked. Over all I would go back again in the autumn in a minute...but Ill pass on the winter...unless I got me a big ole man to keep me warm by a hot fire. Some of the snaps from this trip.

A  familiar town site, Pilgrim Tower. The  string lights that hang down from the top were going up for Christmas when I was there.

This church has been turned into a home. I would love to see the inside.

I had a chance to stock up on my French Feelings.

If your an American Horror Story fan, you may recognize this house from the current season as the home of Harry and his family, where they plan to live for the winter as Harry writes a pilot. And it ends very badly for most involved. I searched for Finn but nothing. Maybe he was down at the dick dock.

Race Cove was beautiful and offered many photo moments.

Another fire pit night!!!

Pearly's door! I love that yellow.

Gratuitous Dick Dock shot. And to no avail, no Finn Whitrock again...but that's not to say I didn't take in the dock at night again, just to see if he might have showed up.

On the long drive home and before I got off the cape,  I couldn't resist this little roadside general store...had a nice lunch and bought some excellent cider to bring home, and some of those old timey, maple sugar candies for a good friend. I wonder, is there a job one can get to be paid to just travel and report??? If so where do I apply?