tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677396.post-1077403609284175322004-02-21T14:46:00.000-08:002004-02-21T14:52:28.233-08:00

Provincetown is at the end of the world, the tip of Cape Cod, a tiny windswept collection of B&Bs and fudge shops. We get there a day early so see the entire town, pretty clapboard houses on the water, bigger places out toward the point. We see four lighthouses, stand on frigid beaches (with tufts of snow mixed in with the wet winter sand), talk to couples with dogs wet from the surf. We even

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