The home of Ireland's last leprechauns is officially protected by the European Union.

A former watering trough turned local heritage site.

This hidden bridge is where local children leave gifts and messages for the island's fay folk.

This enchanting forest trail leads to ethereal abodes and a giant bird's nest.

A colorful hidden village of the fair folk.

These legendary stone steps were once used to haul coffins up the rockface.

This whimsical garden filled with fairies and incredible creatures has been enchanting children—and adults—since the 1970s.

Dozens of tiny doors dot Newport's Mansion Hill neighborhood.

Inside a Scottish castle hangs the tattered remains of a flag with murky origins and supposed magic powers.

This magical trail takes visitors on a journey round miniature wooden houses on the picturesque Denmark River.

A haunted slate mine turned concert hall and a hidden fairy garden.

San Franciscans leave gifts and messages for the magical beings that live behind the tiny, mysterious door installed on a tree in Golden Gate Park.

A thick blanket of beautiful pampas grass cloaks this unique Japanese landscape.

Ireland's most northerly island is hauntingly beautiful. Its lighthouse was the last glimpse of home for many Irish emigrants bound for the U.S.

An Alaska livestock farm devotes itself to harvesting wool from creatures that once ran with mammoths and sabertooth tigers.

An archive of ceramic eggs painted to record clowns' personal makeup designs.

Eclectic collections, artwork, and some feline friends fill the writer's former home.

This former Masonic hall has been turned into an art project that uses even more metaphysical iconography.

Like stepping into a spooky fairy-tale, this shop carries the dark ideas of artists and other makers.

Sites connected to a woman born on a ship and spared by a pirate.

Stumps of an Ice Age forest, visible only at low tide.

On Hurricane Island, a former ghost town has been transformed into a forward-thinking research center.

The largest tidal whirlpool in the Western Hemisphere.

A tiny red pebble marks what may be the quietest outdoor spot in the United States.