It took 275 years and four burials to finally put the Mayflower’s most famous passenger to rest.

A plaque memorializes the Boston location of one of the largest nightclub fires in history.

One of two lighted lanterns hung in the church belfry on the eve of the Revolutionary War to warn that the British were on their way.

Each August, one of the largest religious (and food) celebrations in the country is held in Boston.

This popular Boston haunt is reminiscent of a time gone by, when slow cafes and sweet-smelling smoke wafting from patios was the norm.

This Dutch-styled residential building was originally a cocoa company's World's Fair showpiece.

This abandoned radar station from the Cold War era now only broadcasts a seriously ominous air of isolation.

The oldest surviving wood-frame building in North America is still in the family.

Civil War Fort on an island in the Boston Harbor.

One of the last remaining World War II Victory Gardens in the U.S. is quietly growing across from Fenway Park.

Historic Hull Street was actually the first street with a proper name in the Boston area.

A former waterfront market is now in the center of town due to some interesting Boston engineering.

One man’s hobby is another man’s world of metal wonders.

On a former island, this old fortification once used to protect the Boston Area and started Edgar Allan Poe in his military career.

According to legend, Bob Dylan sneaks in twice a year to eat dinner with Jack.

An easy-to-miss garden in Boston's North End honors the mother of JFK and others who lost children in WWII.

No one messes with the Massachusetts sacred cod, not this time...

This monument on Breed's Hill proves that one of the most famous battles of the Revolutionary War is misnamed.

The headquarters in Salem doubles as an occult art gallery.

This massive tea kettle was once a promotional stunt for the Oriental Teashop.

On top of Gibbet Hill lie the ruins of a lavish turn-of-the-century estate that never quite came to be.

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

This ambitious father and son team reigned supreme over the North End, and witches, for many years.

From bench to vandalism to art, this silly prank seat was funny enough to become permanent.