I spent two nights in Provincetown, the gay and lesbian resort town on Cape Cod.
Why would a straight girl like me go to P-town? Well, it’s easily accessible by a ferry from Boston and can be readily navigated with a rented bicycle. The beaches, cycling trails, and downtown commercial district are stellar. Plus, I’d be going mid-week and avoid the crush of weekend crowds.
I also discovered that P-town is an exceptionally safe place for women to travel alone. Any unwanted male attention disappeared as soon as they realized that I wasn’t a post-op transsexual. And any unwanted female attention just didn’t happen, probably because no one mistook me for a lesbian… probably because I’m too pretty.
Since Mr. Pinault didn’t go with me, the quality of photographs that I have to share is dismal. Wow and woe… it takes some serious lack of skill to make a place as colorful as P-town look so drab.
Picture #1 is the Pilgrim Monument, taken from the bay as the ferry approached the town. (And yes, for those of you unfamiliar with Provincetown, there is a 250-foot tall granite phallus in the town center to commemorate the first landfall of the Pilgrims and the signing of the Mayflower Compact.)
Picture #2 is a lily-pad-ladden pond in Beech Forest. Tadpoles are visible in the lower-right hand corner of the picture.
