Hundreds of protractors affixed to surfaces all over the city.

This permanent exhibition celebrates the finest of our heartless automatons both real and fictional.

The United States’s oldest funicular railway glides up and down a steep Pittsburgh street.

There aren't too many operational funiculars around, but Pittsburgh has two!

The only way to see Pittsburgh is from the top of this lookout point, just like the ancient members of the native peoples did.

A restored Pittsburgh house of God has been converted to a marvelous house of suds.

Despite being stolen multiple times, this civic electrician's street corner Snoopy won't be stopped.

The pop art icon's gravesite is broadcast 24 hours a day on his museum's website.

Along a busy beachfront strip you may hear Frank Sinatra singing from one boardwalk home.

This Arizona observatory is famous for investigations into Martian life, and as the place humans first spotted Pluto.

Marie told fortunes from her small stand on the Boardwalk for decades, including to a young Bruce Springsteen who would busk outside her booth.

Order scoops of pandan, lychee, and black sesame at this family-run institution.

A sacred site for Native Americans surveyed by George Washington and owned by both King George III and Thomas Jefferson.

This replica of the Greek structure is in the heart of Nashville.

At 135 years old and counting, this historic print shop is heaven for poster nerds and music buffs.

The whole world in one water tank.

Florida might be at its most surreal in this museum devoted to the famed Spanish artist.

A museum dedicated to exhibiting remarkable outsider art.

Richard III supposedly disposed of his nephews' bodies here in an effort to seal his claim to the throne.

One part local history, 99 parts gruesome haunted house.

Elaborate tile work in this railway station tells the story of Portugal.

This headstone marks the grave of an 11-year-old boy killed during clashes in the streets over the boycotting of British goods.

Macabre headstones carved with winged skulls, dancing skeletons, and pithy reminders of impending death.

Mrs. Mallard and her brood are a beloved fixture in Boston Public Garden.