Over 1.3 million confiscated wildlife products fill this macabre menagerie of illegal animal specimens.

At this Denver landmark, the meals are compulsory, the sopapillas are complimentary, and the insanity is everywhere.

A memorial dedicated to the victims of the Columbine High School shootings.

A shape-shifting buy-sell-trade bookstore, born to Beatnik Era spirit.

For almost a century, this East Village newsstand has served egg creams to beats, hippies, punks, and everything in between.

Where the four original members of the Ramones hung out and revolutionized punk rock.

The beloved home to all publications indie, erotic, and punky.

Behind the pink curtain, Au Bonheur du Jour, an art gallery of erotic archives.

This cairn marks the only place where Central European Time, Eastern European Time, and Further-eastern European Time meet.

This disused church, left to the elements of the Arctic Circle's forests is open for exploration.

Roughly 17 million letters to Santa have found their way to this Arctic Circle post office.

The smallest restaurant in the world.

The last permanent exhibit dedicated to the Soviet leader.

A lovingly curated curio shop in which the taxidermy wear newspaper party hats, and peanut shells are spread across every surface.

Traveling this mountain pass reveals quaint stone buildings, stunning Irish scenery, and a bridge said to grant wishes.

This Irish museum in a historic 19th century market pays tribute to the glory of butter.

One of Ireland's most infamous prisons for rebels including men, women and children.

This permanent collection of preserved bodies taken from Irish bogs is one of the leading authorities on such morbid mummies.

These gigantic skeletons tower over visitors and provide insight into the creatures that once ruled over Ireland.

The comedy and tragedy of Oscar Wilde is preserved in a Dublin park, captured in a sculpture of colorful stone.

The house where the writer spent his formative years.

The 19th-century pharmacy (now a used bookstore) was featured in James Joyce’s "Ulysses," and has changed very little to this day.

This neon landmark has been posing this deadpan question to follicly-challenged Dubliners for over 50 years.

The mummified heart of a saint lives on in this church—after a brief hiatus when it was stolen.