Concert Time And The Drive Home

Saturday afternoon arrived at last and it was time for our chorus to meet at the Unitarian Universalist Meeting Hall. We met at 2:15 to prepare for the concert at 5:00. The concert was a benefit performance for the Provincetown Soup Kitchen. When I got there, I saw other chorus members arriving:

The building is both a historical and an imposing structure. Its steeple is visible from all over Provincetown:

Inside, the chorus members were assembling. That's David in the pew dressed as "Frieda Munchon." We'd be doing a comedy duet together later in the program:

After assembling, the Director ran us through the full choral pieces and the pianist worked with the soloists and small ensembles:

And many of us gathered out front to sing and announce the upcoming concert to passersby:

This is the way of Provincetown. When you want to announce something, you stand alongside the street and really announce it:

Many of our members relaxed before the concert instead of singing out front:

The concert was a big success and received rave reviews. We raised over $600 for the Provincetown Soup Kitchen. My own comedy duet - well, you can judge for yourself:



And early Sunday morning I left for home. I avoided most of the holiday and weekend traffic by leaving so early. Besides, I'm accustomed to waking up early and driving home was a great way to occupy my time. I threaded my way back down through Cape Cod and across the Cape Cod Canal:

And stopped to get a photograph of these cranberry fields before I entered the main highway and started the high speed race back towards Albany. Thus ended my weekend in Provincetown and another choral performance. Provincetown is a place of many memories for me and one of the scenic and historic wonders of our nation:

Downtown Provincetown

It was Saturday midday in Provincetown and I had a concert in which to perform at 5:00 with a call time of 2:15. I'd been up since before daybreak and had kept myself busy since then. It was time for me to take another walk down Commercial Street, the main drag (no pun intended) of P-Town. Commercial Street runs right along the shoreline. One has only to walk between buildings to find the ocean shore:

Provincetown is, as it has been for many decades, an extravaganza of color and commotion. There wasn't much foot traffic on this chilly Saturday, but the evening crowds were sure to come out in force later in the day:

Most restaurants now have hawkers beckoning people in. Folks in costume wander the street pushing one business or another. It's a happening place:

I used to love shopping the little stores lining Commercial Street but now it's become mostly a choice between hugely overpriced "art" or cheap and tawdry souvenirs and tee-shirts. Still, I love to walk Commercial Street:

In recent years, dogs have become popular and are everywhere on Commercial Street. I could only hope that everyone cleaned up the poop left by their dogs. Of course, I'd love to have Seamus with me, or perhaps the two Papillon puppies. I met several folks walking Papillons:

And on one side of the street, every gap between buildings reveals the traditional seaside Provincetown:

The water was clear and the boats were sailing:

The Provincetown trolley was carrying tourists up Commercial Street:

Pedi-Cabs (rickshaws) also carried tourists up and down the street:

By this time the sun was beginning to warm things up, the shops were all open and tourists were arriving:

Commercial Street was coming alive. That white steeple in the background is that of the Unitarian Universalist Meeting House. That's where we'd be singing in just a few short hours. Notice that you can see just a bit of the tip of the Pilgrim Monument just behind the steeple. I'll post about the concert tomorrow: