A former waterfront market is now in the center of town due to some interesting Boston engineering.

On a former island, this old fortification once used to protect the Boston Area and started Edgar Allan Poe in his military career.

A spooky and decrepit mental health facility is slowly being replaced with newer digs.

It's not a typo, now say it five times fast!

This landmark cemetery in Boston was created more than 300 years ago.

Ice cream stand, snack bar, and time capsule of milk conveyance.

The bears may be gone, but their old cages can still be found.

Memorial of the Salem witchcraft hysteria in the town of Danvers, where it all began.

The phrase "the shot heard around the world" was coined after a skirmish at this bridge.

The poems Nathaniel Hawthorne and his wife Sophia etched into its windows are still visible today.

The Wright Tavern is possibly the most important building in Concord Massachusetts to the American Revolution.

Louisa May Alcott based “Little Women” on her experiences growing up in this house with her sisters.

Every December the Wannalancit Mills lights a Christmas Tree over the old mill's smokestack.

The Mysterious Witch Bonney, a haunted statue in an old industrial city.

The sad remains of a monument to martial arts legend and movie star Bruce Lee—in the middle of Balkans.

This surreal memorial/cemetery is a necropolis of crumbling stonework and puzzle-shaped headstones.

Bridge that died in war and was resurected.

A small museum filled with over 1,000 clocks, and one particular clock calibrated to run until the year 9999.

Eighty million natural history specimens call this gargantuan museum home.

Kings Cross Station pays tribute to its role in Britain's best-selling book series.

This Prague museum collects brutalist relics and memories from the country's former Soviet rule.

Buried five stories underground, this Soviet bunker is packed with gas masks and Cold War paraphernalia.

What looks like a suicide in progress is actually a statue of Sigmund Freud.

A bust of Franz Kafka spins in pieces, reflecting the writer's inner torment.