It yells tourist. Hell, it screams it so loud you can hear it in the next county. But they line up for it, wait patiently or not, not even certain why they are here. Some actually take in the Castillo, but most want to see the Fountain of Youth, which bears a remarkable resemblance to every other fountain in this town save that the hucksters got to this one. Me, I just want a good cortado, a scone or a muffin and, holding on tightly to my wallet, to get the hell out of town.