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

Enjoy an overnight at an old haunted B&B site of the Borden family murders.

Everyone's favorite neighbor is remembered fondly in this small-town church.

Artifacts of whaling, with both its perils and adventure, are housed in this museum in a former candle factory.

Centuries-old hoofprints and wagon tracks reveal themselves after a good winter storm.

This candy-colored storybook village originated as a 19th-century Methodist campground.

The crypt of the imposing Stephensdom holds royal intestines and thousands of skeletons.

The beautiful baroque library of the Hapsburg empire.

This remarkably well-preserved Egyptian plinth is pretty well traveled for a giant piece of stone.

Tucked away in a corner of a Maine general store there was a museum devoted to an equally beloved and reviled local soft drink.

A memorial to an ill-fated Holy Land mission once described by Mark Twain as “a complete fiasco.”

Locals purchased this abandoned quarry in order to make sure it continues to be overgrown.

A pretty park of over 1,600 olive trees that grew from just three saplings brought over from Spain.

An abandoned Incan construction project left behind a mysterious "doorway."

This stone complex marks the urban center of a lost civilization.

The world's largest clay lick, where parrots gather to snack.

An alley way dedicated to graffiti and street art is a constantly changing street gallery.

America's original house of worship for Spiritualism, the religious movement based on communing with the dead.

"the sweltering inhabitants of Charleston and New Orleans, of Madras and Bombay and Calcutta, drink at my well . . . The pure Walden water is mingled with the sacred water of the Ganges."

Ice cream stand, snack bar, and time capsule of milk conveyance.

Life-size bronzes of the Grinch, Cat in the Hat, Yertle the Turtle, Sam-I-Am, and the Lorax—and the author himself.

It took 82 years and four different plaques to finally get the story right.

The approximate spot where the last Grand Master of the Knights Templar was put to death.

Dedicated to the art of hunting, with juxtapositions of contemporary art.