All of this is accurate and authentic, she supposed, in that the tourism economy has its own truth. But someone was behind all of it. There were entrepreneurs and politicians and the basic labor that supported it. And probably ghosts, she thought. Maybe it was the ghosts that ran this town. She squinted in the sun and tried to see one or two of them, but all she saw were boozed-up tourists. If you can’t beat ’em, she thought, then get fucked up.
