Provincetown at Dawn ~ A Tarnished Heirloom ~ Part III

Wednesday morn, 4:45 A.M.

"Fran, wake up.  Listen, I'm going to throw on some clothes and walk down to the center.  I want to see what Commercial Street looks like at dawn.  I couldn't believe last night with all of the people milling around...I really couldn't take pictures of the architecture of the homes and stores.  I also want to go down to the wharfs and take pictures of the fishing fleet as well as the excursion boats. I want an accurate taste of what this town is like in the winter when the tourists are gone."

"Do we have to walk, Bob?  We walked about 5 or 6 miles last night.  My feet are really tired", she said sleepily.  My feet were tired too...The Provincetown Inn is in the West End, maybe two miles from the center.

"Why don't we drive down there?  I'm sure we could find a parking spot this early."

"Sounds like a plan to me...just put on your clothes.  Don't wash up or brush your teeth, we can do that when we come back for the big breakfast downstairs."  With that, the two of us were out the door, in the car and driving down to the center.  Just before the monument, we saw a "sculpture garden or maybe I should say yard".

After parking the car, we walked down through a back alley to Commercial Street, the main thoroughfare.

Commercial Street was empty except for some municipal workers, delivery trucks and trade people.  Perfect for my plan.

Walking out through those back doors, we discovered the old marqee from the theatre laying in the sand.

On the beach in front of the sign, I discovered a rack of kayaks...perfect for Sherrie's group Rainbow Connection.

Going back to the Main Street, we saw a Ben and Gerry's...but it was too early for ice cream.  I wanted to find a coffee shop that served the locals...

Nope, don't need my tarot cards read...need some coffee.

Oh my, just think if Duckie from Gather was here...she probably would buy out this shoppe.

Notice the reflection in the glass...have my clothes on from last night.

That man looks like he's looking for some java too.

Decided to talk to a "local" sitting on the back of a whale....but he just turned his head.  He could spot a tourist a mile away.  Maybe I should head out to the fishing wharves... bound to be coffee there.

Will Bob find her morning coffee...stay tuned for Part IV ~ The Harbour