Walking down Commercial Street last night a friend said "I like the smell of the sea and fried food." And it started me thinking about what I like about Provincetown.
- The light. Artists have been flocking here over a century for the unique light of Cape Cod. I love it, too.
- The friends I already know.
- The new friends, lurking around every possible corner.
- Herring Cove. Nuff said.
- Tim's Used Books. Still my favorite used bookstore in New England. No visit to P'town is complete without.
- The smell of dune roses baking in the sun.
- The opportunity on every visit to see something new, unrecognized.
- The Lobster Pot. There's nothing quite like a Drunken Society Luncheon (by which I mean lunch with a cocktail and several friends) at the Lobster Pot. Best on the second floor.
- The quirkiness. I'm a supporter of the Keep Provincetown Weird movement. The "Gaytucketing" of P'town and the bachelorette parties are altering P'town's identity.
- The quiet mornings. Right now almost no one in the house is up, and I'm just tapping away at my keyboard on the banquette. It's a bit of heaven.
- Cold dewy grass brushing against bare feet.
- The antique stores and junk shops that somehow survive in a high-pressure real estate market where more and more are getting edged out for galleries and high-concept shops.
- The view from the ferry of Long Point, the tip of the peninsula, on the way home. And then the view of Herring Cove as we sail past it.
I love this town.
