But the houses and shops are authentic Victorian. And the streets have no cars. No hooting horns. No stereos with bass-line booms that can rock the suspension of an Oldsmobile. They aren't allowed.
Taxis are horse-drawn carriages, some with beveled glass windows.
And the young and jaunty zig and zag about on two-wheelers. As a result, you almost expect a Gibson girl to emerge from a Main Street shop with her tiny corseted waist and hair piled high on her head. Or maybe a young dandy with a straw skimmer cocked over one eye. To be sure, Mackinac is a modern tourist place. Fudge sellers abound.