After Asher’s graduation from Berklee we all took a post-trip to Provincetown, or P-town as it is fondly known. What does the world look like from the tip of a curly peninsula, considered to be the eastern most point of the United States? In May it’s chilly and the wind is strong. We arrived just before their season began. Merchants, eateries, bars, were gearing up for the big business of their year. Our hotel room was within walking distance of the heart of the town and the Surfside Hotel was right on the beach. My mother delighted in finding a few shells here and there. We now have a very funny inside joke about spats and pectins. The restaurant next door, Fanizzi’s, became our haunt for a couple of nights, easy access and good food.

Provincetown is not large enough to call a city. All you really need is a bike to get around, however we had a car. So we checked out each of the beaches, Race Point and Herring Cove. We hung out in the center of town by the pier among it’s adorable shops and homes. We climbed the hill to the Pilgrim Monument. On a historical note, Provincetown was the site where the pilgrims first arrived back in the early 1600s. The Mayflower Compact was signed here. However the pilgrims then chose to settle further inland at Plymouth.

Provincetown has an art center, an unusual library, and an equally eclectic home across the street (from the library). Many of the homes here are exceptional. There is a good old fashioned quaintness to Provincetown but then that was my experience before the ‘season’ began. I understand the bar scene here gets pretty wild, thanks to a very active LGBT community.