A downtown filled with nearly deserted historic buildings was revived as a pastel paradise.

Decor at “Nevada’s Oldest Thirst Parlor” includes Raquel Welch's brassiere hanging from a stuffed moose head.

This 400-year-old sweet shop serves a delicacy some have described as "edible incense."

Dine on dumplings at the oldest dim sum restaurant in New York.

The oldest family-run restaurant in the United States is a living museum of New Orleans dining history.

This bomb shelter-themed bar has barely changed since it opened.

Sleep where gangsters fell amidst smoke and flame, with nary a bullethole to show for the legendary struggle.

This public square capitalized on a single Eagles reference to bring some life back to an Arizona town.

Thousands of Mexican Free-Tailed Bats soar around an abandoned storm drain at sunset each summer.

Open since 1938, this diner has kept its fountain, malt machine, and all the gum that greasers left beneath its counter.

The fading, forgotten remains of a once bright and booming factory.

An unusual slot canyon in the Aztec/Navajo Sandstone has a cross-section like an inverted old-fashioned keyhole.

Legends surround this jagged rock formation in the New Mexico desert.

Part bookstore, part café, and part forest.

An obelisk marks the farmhouse where the founder of Mormonism was born.

Vermont's hills are alive with the sound of music at this historic hotel.

The world’s largest underground marble quarry is hiding in Vermont.

Cryptid lake monster honored with its own monument.

The building that inspired Shirley Jackson's "The Haunting of Hill House."

The "original web site," this farm in Northern Vermont encourages orb-weaver spiders to build their daily webs, and then sells the preserved masterpieces.

Stand at the center of this lakefront sundial, and you'll become part of the timepiece.

A New England curiosity cabinet, one hundred years on.

These mysterious petroglyphs in Vermont reflect a troubled history in the treatment of Native American culture.

The sweetest graveyard in the world is filled with headstones for dearly de-pinted ice cream flavors.