Provincetown, Cape Cod.

Provincetown for the weekend (the holiday weekend, as Xavier kept pointing out - he would say Happy Halloween to everyone in the days leading up the event and wish everyone a good holiday weekend as if it were Christmas or Thanksgiving. That's the spirit - I was impressed). As usual, John Derian and his lovely abode were the cat's pajamas = couldn't have been better.



Here is John modeling one of the many masks he had on hand for the holiday weekend. He looks great. Sort of like a certain fat lady.



Johnsons together again.



Frenchman smelling the holiday berries. (I made him do it).



This was our chamber (as I said, cat's pajamas). We played dress up with the coverlet - Xavier was the bride. Don't be mad, John.



And our view.



And our trinkets. (They were part of the wedding too).

These were our activities:



1. Swimming in the October Atlantic Ocean, what a thrill.



2. Swinging on the most enchantingly placed swings - above emerald grass and next to the ocean. (It turns out they were actually someone's very private property, que sera sera).



3. Shopping.



4. Beach walking. (The turban was baffling to us too).









5. Seal sighting (the video version is way better).



6. Pie baking. (Stephen only).



7. Farmer's market hunting. Friends: Tom and Mary.









8. Fire gazing - in both directions.



9. Relishing.

Stephena.

This is my brother Stephen. He loves beautiful (and irregular) things. For example, here are a few of the things in his apartment in NY:









He told me he thought this gravestone (which, apparently was never actually installed, just part of a practice run - let's hope he is right) would make a really great cheese platter. I do not agree.

The Seal.

Before I move on, I must show you this.



Stephen took this video while we were in Provincetown on the Cape this weekend. We were gandering on the beach and Xavier announced that what appeared to be a log up ahead was no such thing. A seal, rather. So we ran and ran and interrupted its solitary moment of beach lounging. We felt sort of bad about that, but mostly really excited about witnessing such a thing so close. Stephen remarked that it was a very modern moment in time because he was more concerned about capturing the seal on his camera than actually watching the thing move or experiencing it right there. (N'est-ce pas, Benjamin). Well, praise modernity for the very fact that now this little guy can be distributed to so many who were not on the beach yesterday.