At the supposed instruction of Ben Franklin and Socrates, a Spiritualist believer intended to birth a mechanical messiah here.

Sacks of potatoes, made of cast stone, mark where the iconic potato sheds once stood along the river.

Artistic streetlamps depicting Lord Ganesh’s favourite food and divine mount around an iconic temple of the deity in the heart of Pune.

Built as a gift to the hottest tastemaker of the time, these hidden quarters remain an Art Deco showpiece.

Get fishing gear and craft beer at this restaurant on the pier.

Stolen goods adorn the organ at Old North Church.

This historic patch of real estate offers a glimpse of colonial Boston.

Millions of numbers carved in glass represent the tattoos forced upon victims.

This churchyard arbor is surrounded by hundreds of gravestones placed there by author Thomas Hardy.

The final resting place for the remains of 143 Habsburg royalty.

The childhood home of one of America's greatest unsung troubadours still stands in a much changed Brooklyn neighborhood.

One of the oldest Jewish cemeteries in the city, it is now overgrown with an urban forest.

One of the last taxidermists in New York City.

This Maine bridge may be the last wire-supported bridge of its type in the world.

The oldest living cultivated fruit tree in North America.

Located just behind a quiet residential neighborhood, this is ground zero for the Salem witchcraft hysteria of 1692.

It's not hard to see why the historic Peabody Conservatory of Music's library has been described as a "cathedral of books."

Not even a series of devastating fires could keep this odd castle in upstate New York from bouncing back.

A Frankenstein blend of science and art allows one tree to produce 40 different types of stone fruit.

The shared home of a utopian commune that practiced "free love" a century before the hippies.

A morbid secret lies hidden within the beautiful walls of the Boston Athenaeum.

Impossibly life-like natural history models created out of glass by a father and son.

Friction between grains of sand cause a curious "singing" sound.

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