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Figgy ducked out of the car to take a photo. Truro looked like another country today, as I picture the moors of Ireland or England. |
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Wild and desolate road in Truro. |
So glad Fig and Red came along on this trip. Not just to get to know them better--they also readily watch Punch for an hour here or there when I want a break. Right now, they've got some movie on the laptop for her and then they're putting her to bed. She adores them, glows in their presence. And I can make phone calls or read--or blog. Much easier than my last trip to the Cape, when I came alone with Punchy.
I haven't figured out foto captions on the iPhone Blogger app, so if I can't insert them now with my fone, will add tomorrow on laptop. Tomorrow we head back home.
It was a wet day with whipping winds in the barren dunes of Truro. In Provincetown, we needed umbrellas and most places were closed. [On a summer day, the narrow main street is teeming with people.] Among the open: Provincetown Portuguese Bakery, dating to 1976; a Marc by Marc Jacobs store, which delighted me and Fig; and PTown Spin, selling vinyl and discs--a playground for Red and Fig. At my beloved Audubon, we mostly stayed in the visitors' center because of the rain and wind. I wished I had a hood. Good tired night.
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Little sister was a willing volunteer for big sister's anti-stress mask. |
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Delicate daffs in the garden at Wellfleet Bay Wildlife Sanctuary. |
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