From cartoon characters to tiny tanks, a guerilla sculptor's little bronze statues are hidden throughout the city of Budapest.

Uh, pardon me, ma'am, but I couldn't help noticing that there's a Columbo statue in the middle of Budapest.

A trail of iron footwear stands as a monument to the thousands executed along this riverbank during WWII.

A neo-Gothic church built to thank God for saving the Emperor of Austria from an assassination.

Inside the corridors of this flea market, visitors are sure to find some obscure and odd treasures.

The former private quarters and office of Dr. Sigmund Freud now hosts a museum housing the works of the founding father of psychoanalysis.

Handsomely crafted representations of our round planet.

Built to give thanks for the passing of a plague epidemic, this cathedral is a one-of-a-kind architectural hybrid.

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

A tropical paradise just a short trip from the opera house is filled with beautiful winged creatures.

The beautiful baroque library of the Hapsburg empire.

Nine bronze hands protruding from a wall honor the student uprising that led to the fall of Czechoslovakia's Communist government.

A giant interactive periodic table with real samples of the elements.

Monument to a suicide protesting the Soviet invasion.

This spooky statue sits outside a famous Prague theater.

A bus with a butt and biceps to put Olympic athletes to shame.

A crucified and bearded female saint.

A series of playful yellow penguins share a serious message about the environment.

A saintly relic hidden in a Prague church basement.

A mocking tribute to the past and modern leadership of Prague.

A 400-year-old mummified arm dangles from the ceiling of St. James the Greater, serving as a warning to thieves.

This tipsy office building in downtown Prague was originally called “Fred and Ginger.”

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.