Provincetown is home to charming inns…

 

 

Narrow streets…

 

 

And lovely little homes whose lawns you could mow with a pair of scissors.

 

 

I don’t want to say they’re too close together….

 

 

But, yeah.

 

 

They kind of are.

 

 

All roads seemed to lead to the ocean…

 

 

So we did as well.

 

 

Which is where we found a breakwater… made of rocks!

 

 

That I totally wanted to walk, even in the rain….

 

 

To which the husband said not no…

 

 

But Hell no.

 

 

First Landing Park? You’re looking at it.

Sign… grass.

Duly noted and photographed.

 

 

With the weather getting worse, we gave up….

 

 

And drove back to the resort along the National Seashore.

 

 

Which… in the rain, from the car,

 

 

Looked like this.

 

 

Oh well….

 

 

At least we were safe from the sharks.