Have we ever considered that people, like the mayor, who live here do not want this to stay a sleepy little fishig village?
They certainy are caught on the horns of a delimea - grow (=better, bigger, nicer) or cater to the tourists?
Do you actually think anyone at the the town board actually personally approves of this foolishness.
Read between the line Harriett, Headricks god works in mysterious, yet satisfying ways.