P-Town

Despite the fact that we have lived on the Cape

for over 2 years, Casey and I still hadn't been

to Provincetown, the town on the very tip of the island.

We have always heard nothing but good things about it,

so the other day, we decided to make the trip.

Being budding foodies, we picked out a South African restaurant

to go to for lunch and, because we got there a bit

later than we had planned due to what I call 

the nurse-poop cycle, we drove straight there.

We were not disappointed.

Casey had snail and Orin had monkey ribs

(not made from monkeys).

I, embarrassingly enough, was presented with lots of exotic

options which I eventually rejected for chicken salad,

because despite mostly eating as a vegetarian

there is a special place in my heart for good chicken salad.

After lunch we walked around downtown.

P-town is known for its robust gay population

which made for interesting window art.

This was my favorite:

And if you happen to be one of the pretty men

there are lots of options for you,

such as these:

or these:

And I suppose if you are not pretty,

you can shop here:

After walking around town,

we wandered to the beach, which sits less than a block 

from main street.

After spending some time on the beach

we made one last stop

to the observation tower at Race Point,

the furthest point out on the Cape.

Almost immediately after getting to the top of the tower

Casey said "look, a whale!"

and, sure enough, we could see spray from a whale's blowhole.

(You might have to click to make the picture

bigger to see the spray right in the center)

Now that we know what we were missing

I am sure we will take many more trips

to the town of strong women and beautiful men.