Places Adiakina Wants to Go

Housed in the university planetarium, the thousand-strong collection of tiny towelettes includes a used one from the hosts of Car Talk.

J.R.R Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, and other "Inklings" met at the Oxford pub to discuss the now legendary fantasy stories they were writing.

More than a century of radio history is told in these displays.

A record-size collection of wild-haired troll dolls tells the story of the mythical creature's roots in Scandinavian folklore.

A luxurious 1880s hotel with its fair share of Tiffany stained glass, Edison electricity, and of course, ghosts.

The famous author's birthplace is preserved in a town that he once described as narrow-minded.

The house where the famed outlaw was shot by a dirty coward is now a museum to the criminal's legacy.

The fastest mail service in the west is tracked and memorialized along this 1,400 mile trail.

Over 600 vacuum cleaners stack the shelves of what may be the cleanest museum in America.

An art deco ice cream shop covered in vintage tiles.

A failed utopian experiment for British expats in the American South is now a Victorian village frozen in time.

A hyper-luxurious, 12,000- square foot home might be buried beneath Queens, still waiting to protect you from nuclear missiles.

The eccentric mansion of one of the most popular horror authors of modern times.

The former home of the Nobel Prize-winning American writer is now home to dozens of six-toed cats.

Where the author wrote her beloved "Little House" books.

Museum dedicated to awful artwork.

The thousands of shades on display — some toxic, others impossibly rare — are a library of more than just color.

Home of Philip Johnson, one of the 20th century's most influential architects.

The world's only three-story rotary jail is now a museum to a bizarre trend in prison design.

A preserved factory in the "Home of the Carrousel" is now a museum dedicated to the classic wooden ride.

Manhattan’s Battery Park has a whimsical carousel full of spinning, glowing fish.

A rapidly disappearing authentic bit of the old south.

A hobby born from insomnia has turned into a hangar full of objects that have been be-buttoned by the Button King.

Giant origami sculptures tucked into desert scenery beckon passers-by to explore further.