Anne Rice, one of the most influential writers in gothic literature, is buried alongside her husband in a New Orleans cemetery.

Before becoming a public park, this spot was a shell midden, a fort, and an amusement park.

This abandoned Civil War fortress is slowly being swallowed by the waters of Lake Borgne.

Once defending the city of New Orleans from invasion by sea, this fort faces an uncertain future.

Despite the ever pressing encroachment of urban sprawl this grand New Orleans manse still stands.

This Art Deco airport was once deemed “the air hub of the Americas.”

This historic New Orleans cemetery is the final resting place of members of the Independent Order of Odd Fellows.

Striking images of New Orleans history, including colonizers, soldiers, Klansmen, scientists, sharecroppers, and more, are depicted in frescoes that line the walls of this transportation hub.

This city block-long devotional site, a replica of a famous site in France, is dedicated to the patron saint of grandmothers, mothers, and educators.

This strange example of the Egyptian Revival architecture trend now holds Mardi Gras floats.

Professional and amateur dioramas, taxidermy, and oddities all located in an attic above a gallery.

A haunting, yet lovingly hand-hewn potters' field full of graves that flood with each heavy rain.

This Birdsill Holly fire hydrant is the remnant of a very different type of hydration innovation.

This "second" cemetery represents New Orleans' attempt to keep cholera at bay.

This macabre shop, filled with art, oddities, and taxidermy is hidden in the heart of the French Quarter.

An otherworldly musical haven in The Big Easy.

According to one local tradition, the entrance to the Voodoo underworld can be found in New Orleans through seven gates scattered throughout the city's French Quarter.

A theme park that suffered massive flooding during Katrina was abandoned, and now proves irresistible to trespassing explorers.

A collection of oddities including Dr. Kevorkian's suicide device, the Thanatron.

Tiny historical streetcars wind through a small scale version of Crescent City in this whimsical train garden.

Anna Anderson spent most of her life claiming to be the lost Romanov child Anastasia.