Queertown

Today is the day in which we drove two hours down to the tip of Cape Cod to get to Provincetown, either one of the most or the most populated gay communities of Massachusetts. And it was indeed very open, it was awesome I spent the entire time like yeah, get em’. However, it was once again cold, which was kind of not ok, but we had a good time. There were lots of thrity shops and antique stores. Mum bought about two hundred dollars worth of clothes at the first shop we went in and I bought a new fedora. It’s charcoal grey and made of

felt, much more of a winter hat. It was fun to walk up and down and go in the shops, checking it all out. We stopped at a little pub called the Squealing Pig for lunch. I had a salad and some squids for lunch and it was quite

scrumptious. We also visited the local and grand library, which just so happens to have a 20th century half scale fishing schooner, the Rose Dorothea, standing in the middle of the second floor with masts reaching to the third. It’s not something you see in just any library. We also stopped at the Pilgrim Monument, since Provincetown Harbour was the real landing spot of the first pilgrims back in the 17th century. It snowed a bit as we were walking around, hopefully the first and last time we see those little white pieces of hell this year. By the time we left, the skies were getting dark and the clouds were getting thicker, plus the traffic was awful, so we didn’t get to visit any of the other towns in Cape Cod since we did approximately 5km/h for like half of the drive. I ended up losing too much light to read by the time we’d driven an hour. Sigh. Peace out m8s.

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