After the famous composer died in Paris, his sister snuck his heart out of the country to honor his wish that it be buried in their native country.

Atop this library is one of the most beautiful green spaces in Warsaw.

Special benches that play Chopin's music are scattered throughout his native city.

Once home to some 250,000 volumes and priceless art artifacts, this Polish estate was a target of bombing during World War II.

These 18th-century paintings of Warsaw were used to reconstruct the city after World War II.

The Polish capital has had a deep connection to its guardian mermaid for almost a millennium now.

This bell stars in a tragic love tale and is said to make wishes come true.

A menacing statue of this mythical creature can be seen at the legendary site of the monster's lair.

The last king of Poland was interred in this church nearly 200 years after his death.

Legend says this is actually a heartbroken prince waiting for his true love's kiss.

Hundreds of notes give thanks to the patron saint of lost causes.

The giant statue and its model solar system honor the native Pole who declared that the Earth revolves around the Sun.

Catch a scenic view of Warsaw's Old Town from the top of a centuries-old dumping ground.

A reminder to choose water over wine since 1888.

One of the few remaining American elm trees in New York’s Tompkins Square Park was the birthplace of a new religion.

The first piece of public art dedicated to LGBT rights.

Order scoops of pandan, lychee, and black sesame at this family-run institution.

A dilapidated dock tells the story of Titanic’s missed arrival.

The fanciest public restroom in New York City boasts fresh flowers, art, and a classical music soundtrack.

A Manhattan courthouse hides a small but scathing memorial to Holocaust injustice.

A strangely angled West Village home is the only monument to an explosion that took the lives of three American revolutionaries.

Named the fifth most beautiful building in America in 1885, this former courthouse boasts the best view in the Village.

New York City's smallest piece of private property.

Try not to get slimed in Tribeca.