American revolutionaries and British soldiers alike are buried here in the fourth-ever cemetery in Boston.

The former locus of Boston's high culture has been shuttered and buried for over 70 years.

The Boston square dedicated to the dark poet who was born nearby.

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

This headstone marks the grave of an 11-year-old boy killed during clashes in the streets over the boycotting of British goods.

An interesting decoration on this historic site, this weathervane comes with as many legends as it does questions.

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

This nearly 200-year-old restaurant's history includes an exiled French prince, JFK, and a very hungry Daniel Webster.

At this 1940s-era neighborhood favorite, you can still drink a cherry phosphate.

Macabre headstones carved with winged skulls, dancing skeletons, and pithy reminders of impending death.

The site where Charles Dickens gave his first public reading of "A Christmas Carol" in the US.

One of the oldest used bookstores in the U.S. has been selling antiquarian treasures since 1825.

After serving in World War II and picking up Apollo astronauts, this aircraft carrier has been turned into a museum overlooking the San Francisco Bay.

An extensive collection of ancient Egyptian artifacts and mummies.

A tiny survivor of the Donner Party disaster.

Inspiring Earthlings to Boldly Go.

Colorado Boulevard’s historic bookstore, operating since the bustling city of Pasadena was merely some orange groves and a few ostrich farms.

One of the few remaining carousels built by master amusement park carver Charles I.D. Looff.

An extraordinarily ornate museum in San Diego holds wondrous anthropological treasures.

Sojourn to the past at this residence teeming with 1950s memorabilia.

San Francisco's urban bison herd has persisted in the face of extinction, development, and disease.

The neighborhood church casts a breast-shaped shadow that locals have come to call the “two o’clock titty.”

On the Oregon coast there is a natural hole that seems to be draining the sea.

Georges Seurat’s pointillist masterpiece has been recreated in Ohio in topiary form.