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A Provincetown icon. Two centuries of art, history, and extraordinary design. Featured in ELLE DECOR, 72A Commercial Street is a single family home that presents a once in a lifetime opportunity to own one of Provincetown's most distinctive and storied properties. Originally built around 1800 as the workshop of noted shipbuilder Sol Nickerson, the historic structure evolved over the next two centuries from workshop to artist's studio to an extraordinary private residence, its history intertwined with Provincetown's own evolution from seafaring village to legendary artists' colony. Set back off Commercial Street's west end along one of Provincetown's rare grass lanes, the setting feels almost impossibly romantic. The house and its spectacular garden have become among the most photographed and painted scenes in Provincetown, appearing in artwork throughout town and even serving as the backdrop for a Gucci campaign. Beyond the gate, layers of flowers and greenery provide color through every season, enveloping the house in a private, ever changing fairy tale setting just steps from the waterfront, restaurants, shops, and galleries. The home has been completely and meticulously overhauled, marrying its historic soul with the comforts of modern living. The structure was raised three feet and placed on an entirely new foundation, with all new systems and central heating and air conditioning. A private rear patio surrounded by additional gardens extends the living outdoors, while coveted off street parking for one car is accessed from Soper Street, just across the grass lane. Glimpses of the water appear throughout. Inside, acclaimed interior designer David Cafiero has brilliantly reimagined the residence while preserving the history, eccentricity, and soul that make it irreplaceable. Original architectural details mingle effortlessly with rich color, vintage furnishings, collected objects, and exceptional artwork. Every room feels layered, intimate, sophisticated, and entirely original. Most extraordinarily, 72A is being offered turnkey, including most of its carefully curated furnishings and the art that was painted in this very house over the last 100 plus years. The home itself once served as the painting studio of noted artist F. Coulton Waugh, adding another extraordinary chapter to its artistic provenance. There are beautiful houses, and then there are houses that could exist nowhere else. 72A Commercial Street is the latter. Shaped by more than two centuries of Provincetown history, transformed for modern living, and lovingly assembled into a home unlike any other, this is more than a remarkable residence. It is a living piece of Provincetown history, offered intact and ready for its next steward.

Located in the desirable Ridge Club Community this amazing two bedroom home in desirable Reflection Village offering beautifully designed living spaces across three levels. The first floor primary suite provides exceptional convenience and privacy, complemented by a white kitchen featuring quartz countertops and a coordinating coastal backsplash. The open concept living area has a gas fireplace. Upstairs, a spacious second bedroom, sitting area and full bath create a private retreat for family or guests. The lower level expands the possibilities even further with a dedicated home office and a third full bath perfect for working from home, hosting guests, or creating a comfortable additional living area. The back patio looks onto the 13th tee box. A generator provides added peace of mind, while the low maintenance lifestyle of Reflection Village allows you to spend more time enjoying everything Cape Cod has to offer. A new gas heating system is a wonderful update. Whether you're looking for a year round residence, a Cape Cod getaway this exceptional home offers the space and convenience to enjoy it all. Your association fee includes your landscaping, snow removal and more.

Funny how we never know we're living the good old days until they've slipped away. Those endless Cape Cod summers when the days began with a walk on the flats and ended only when everyone finally came inside. When the house was always full, the screen door never stopped slamming, and no one thought twice about one more cousin at the table or another sleeping bag tucked wherever there was room. Mornings turned into beach days almost without a plan. PB&Js were lined up across the counter, coolers packed, bicycles abandoned in the clamshell driveway and everyone headed down the road carrying far too much. Hours disappeared out on the flats, where the tide uncovered a new world every day and children came home with buckets full of shells, hermit crabs and treasures only they understood. The towels went on the line, bathing suits never quite lost their salt, and the outdoor shower was worth waiting your turn for. Late afternoons had their own rhythm. Fish caught that day were cleaned on the old stone out back. Corn needed shucking, peas from Grandpa's garden needed shelling, and somewhere in the background was the ballgame, the hum of the lawnmower, mothers laughing and children still squeezing every last minute out of the day. Then came the cowbell from the back porch. Dinner. Another chair was pulled up. Stories were told that everyone had heard a hundred times and somehow still wanted to hear again. Later came the old puzzles, the Monopoly games that never seemed to end and the same deck of cards with the same bent corners. Nobody called it making memories, it was our summertime. And all these years later, we would give almost anything for one more of those days. Perhaps that is why 2 Bay View Road tugs at you. Hidden among the pines in the Bayview Beach enclave of Dennis Village is something increasingly rare: more than an acre of private land, a home built for gathering, and at the end of the road, the boardwalk to beautiful Bayview Beach. There is a moment when you come through the trees and the property reveals itself--lawn and hydrangeas, shade and sunshine, and that wonderful sense of being tucked away from the world even though the beach is only steps away. It doesn't take much imagination to see summer unfolding here. Bare feet across the grass. Beach chairs left wherever somebody dropped them. Towels over the line. A cold drink under the covered patio after a long day in the sun. Children racing to be first into the outdoor shower. Someone announcing that friends are coming for dinner and someone else answering, "We'll make room." Because that is what this place has always done. The grandparents built this Cape some twenty years ago for a family that needed room to gather, spill over and stay awhile. Four bedrooms, two and a half baths, wonderful spaces inside and out, garages for all the things summer seems to accumulate--and enough land around it to breathe. But those are simply the particulars. The real luxury here may be what happens at the end of the road. You wander down with your chair and book, cross the boardwalk and come through the dunes to that first glimpse of Cape Cod Bay. At low tide, the flats stretch so far you swear you could walk forever. You find the breeze, drop your chair and stay longer than you intended, because there is nowhere else you particularly need to be. Eventually, the tide turns. The cooler is lighter, the buckets are heavier, everyone is sandy and tired and happy, and you gather the whole mess together and head back home... On foot... From Bayview Beach. That was once an ordinary part of summer in these little Dennis neighborhoods. Cottages nestled beneath the pines, generations of families nearby, children wandering back and forth, houses overflowing with company and nobody caring very much whether there was sand on the floor. It isn't ordinary anymore. The secret got out. Those little beach roads were discovered, old cottages disappeared, lots were divided, and Cape Cod changed. Bea