A much-maligned monument to teetotalism.

Behind an abandoned storefront is an example of pioneering 1930s gas station architecture.

On the Fourth of July this area will transform into a Pompeii-like storm of falling embers and ash.

A 1,100-ton train fell through the floor in 1953. Workers got it patched up in just 72 hours.

The tunnel under the Capitol Building where Congress takes out its trash.

‘Bush the old fire dog died of poison July 5th, 1869. RIP.’

A rotating cast of guys and dolls in front of a Washington, D.C. building.

Architecture lovers won’t stop touching the National Gallery's 19.5 degree marble prow.

The little-known, 300-year history of the area includes former lives as a bustling tobacco port, parking lot, and industrial dump.

A line of blue paint marks the route of the inaugural parade.

The institution is sitting on a goldmine of 21,000 paints, varnishes, pigments, and primers preserved for posterity.

The national park was once a plantation estate.

Legend has it that President Grant’s frequent drinking in the lobby gave rise to the term “lobbyist.”

The winding route passes through an enclosed alleyway, two tunnels, and leads to the White House basement.

This sandwich shop has a century-old elevator behind a sheet of plexiglass.

Art deco landmark on the outskirts of Washington, D.C.

Light bulbs, scrap wood, and tinfoil comprise this homemade throne of the gods.

The rooster who crossed the road lives on forever in Takoma Park, Maryland.

The 5.5-mile ring of steel posts around the Capitol Building is one of the largest (and most uniform) of its kind in the world.

One critic described it as "middle Mussolini, early Ramses, and late Neiman-Marcus." Another called it an architectural "natural disaster."

This seemingly out-of-place gas station by the Watergate hotel was once described as the most expensive gas station in the world.

Fittingly, America's museum of architecture is itself a magnificently designed old building.

A historic neighborhood church is reborn as a psychedelic arts collective.

She stares out across six lanes of traffic, clutching a musket and infant with determination.