I return from the national seashore, attempt a small nap, freshen up in the ladies room, trim my hair, then decide it's time to hit the town for the nightlife.
Before I leave the campground, I photograph the local wildlife.
Now heading into town. Check out the little glimpse of the Bay with a perfectly-placed sailboat.
This looks like it'll make a good photo ... now remember this photo ...
I continue my hike looking for the restaurant recommended to me for dinner. I pass performers out promoting their play.
Finally, I stop and ask where "Front Street" is. A kind person directs me back. Apparently I passed the place already. After I return from my trip, I'll see the photograph I took earlier, not realizing it was of the sign of the place I was looking for and couldn't find. Smart. Anywho, the guy in the cigar store told me to eat here. So I do. Grilled tuna in bourbon spices. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Expenseive, but mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
The Pilgrim Memorial Monument lit up at night.
Town Hall again.
The same lobster restaurant I photographed earlier today.
This is interesting. Here sits and old man outside the public library playing some very odd synthesized organ music.
Now a little shopping, next an evening view of the harbor
and of the beach.
Finally, to a bar, recommended by same cigar shop guy. I meet and chat with Barry and David.
My sketch from this same second-floor patio as I chat with Barry and David. I quit once I start screwing up a lot.
The moon over the campground as I make my way to my tent. I LOVE Provincetown!!! What a great time I've had!