Provincetown, 2010

We finally had a long-ish week­end away. We spent the week­end in Province­town, at the tip of Cape Cod. There was walk­ing– and eat­ing greasy Por­tuguese sand­wiches for break­fast includ­ing a custardy-yum pasteis de nata and fab­u­lous fish and chips for din­ner one night and another HOMGYUM break­fast oh, there was laugh­ing and talk­ing and just so much time together. A good time was had. Most def­i­nitely.  I’ve got hun­dreds of pic­tures, includ­ing some lovely long walks at the beach, but Provincetown’s not all just that.  There were some really inter­est­ing chairs, for example.

I know.  Chairs, right?

There were light fix­tures, dogs and boats, too.  And of course, there was the beach.  And the flow­ers.  The whole set is here if you’re feel­ing like you just can­nae wait for the stories.

(Also– shame­less plug is totally shame­less.  The bak­ery and the totally-NOT-twee as-I’d-expected tea house we stopped at in Sand­wich on the way back were fea­tured in this book which you should come buy at MY store in Chest­nut Hill because we’re hav­ing a con­test all over the state and I want to win, damnit.  And it’s a good book– so far, the rec­om­men­da­tions seem to be sound.  J/K.  You could buy it online or at your local retailer of books, etc., but it’s still a good book.)