There has been more than one first-time visitor who parked a pickup at the tide line to dig clams, wandered away down the beach for a lengthy walk, then returned only to find the old Chevy abob or gone completely. Back in town, you can shop at the curio stores without once being hawked by a vendor. However, shopping is hardly an Olympic sport here. Nor is golf. Clusters of fishermen join to push their colorful wooden pangas up the beach, one by one, beyond the rising tide.
Children stand tiptoe at the sea wall watching.
Enjoy a bottle of wine or cold beverage as the sun sets. Some 5,000 party hounds take over the town of 20,000, leaving little in the way of local scenery beyond string bikinis and beer bottles. Not that there's anything wrong with that view. Just be forewarned. Rates vary dramatically by the season.