Ah, Marsh's; half the time the kiss tester and other machines eat your quarter, but if you ask the ladies behind the counter they will just take one out of the till for you.

Oh, and yes, it is as silly as it looks.

It can't be understated how WEIRD this place smells. The taxidermy, dust, seashell paraphenalia and saltwater taffy makes for a seriously intense funk that can't be described.

Stick around for Part 3 and hear the horrifying calliope and orchestrion, and the warbling Pickaninny Harmonica Player machine.

ahhh, one of the few strongholds my childhood has left.

i wonder if Michael Bay will tear it down and build a CGI Marsh's Free Museum in 2014

What a great place. I love these bastions of strange Americana that have barely survived till today. So many others have been boarded up and scrapped.