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

Two thousand artifacts from around the world collected by one woman who loved to travel.

Golden and naked, the figure that was once the highest point in New York is all that remains of the second Madison Square Garden.

Ant sculptures march up the side of what used to be an iconic spot in punk rock lore.

This quirky UFO-shaped curiosity is often mistaken for the airport’s control tower.

This water tower slanted at an uncomfortable angle off the old Route 66 was an ingenious marketing ploy.

A sculpture made of 10 Cadillacs as a monument to the "Golden Age" of the American automobile.

These disused steel furnaces are now haunting ruins that may one day be a national park.

The largest university building in the West is a gothic masterpiece containing dozens of theme rooms based on different countries.

A take-out restaurant that only serves cuisine from countries with which the United States is in conflict.

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

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

Less a museum than a bizarre fantasy world created by artists and engineers.

Each of these gorgeous, intricately decorated rooms is painstakingly crafted to the scale of 1 inch: 1 foot.

The twin towers in this Chicago fountain use 50 foot tall video screens to spit on people.

Pizza with a side of fine art.

Chicago's museum dedicated to the history of bondage and fetishism is more textbook than titillation.

This morbid, delightful curiosity shop offers everything from animal bones to human teeth.

A monument to the art of slicing people open.

Steadily reminding Czechia of its past.

Synagogue built from the stones of Solomon's temple contains the golem of Prague.

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

A turn of the century building boasting some of the most beautiful art nouveau architecture in Prague.

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