A simple breakfast: croissant, with homemade Columbian coffee–courtesy of the in-studio Mr. Coffee and our own supply from home. An early departure for beach-hopping.
of the bay
Head of the Meadows beach, where we sit, then explore a sandbar–before incoming tides submerge it.
the curiosity of
a chill at the beach
Herring Cove beach, where are National Parks card grants us complementary access–and saves us $25. We walk the length of the beach toward the Racepoint lighthouse. While we don’t reach it, Mira gathers yet more stones.
the wide-open mouth
of the cove
Racepoint beach, where Mira gathers yet more stones, and we walk along the northernmost part of the Cape.
the foam on the surf
A failed wine pickup at the Salty Marsh leads to a quick purchase at nearby Turo Vineyard. Our leftovers from the Lobster Part have the perfect complement, a lighthouse-shaped bottle filled with a white-zinfindel-tasting Cape Cod Blush.
A mediocre dinner at Captain’s Choice, where I order Fish and Chips, at last. Another walk up and down Commercial Street in Provincetown. Dark Chocolate bars and fudge for me, ice cream for them, the spectacle of Shop Therapy.
Frank reads each plaque
by iPhone light