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.
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.