The town is named after the wife of the Marquis de Mores, a wealthy French nobleman who established a beef packing business and summer home here. It does take you back in time. Kids ride their bikes past horse-drawn carriages full of visitors. Grown-ups mow their lawns or tend gardens while tourists stroll by. The houses are small and informal.
People like to wear jeans and baseball caps here.
Naw, we don't mind the tourists. Mary Jean Schneider, who works at Red Trail Camp Grounds, her family's business, barely notices them. Tourist buses alongside boardwalks and clusters of camera-clutching families have become part of the scenery. It's only when fall hits and tourist numbers decline that she notices, and feels isolated. It's nice when they're here.