Madam Marie died this past week. She was an icon of the Jersey Shore, and though I was never brave enough to stop by her little hut on the boardwalk, she holds a special place in my mind. She was the epitome of Asbury Park, and in many ways the Jersey Shore. A recipe of fun, mystery, cheesiness, and history. She's a memory of what's right and good about New Jersey.
(Her shack is barely visible in this photo - hidden by the buildings on the right, and obscured by the fog. If you imagine hard enough, you can see it.)