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Walk upon the mementos of the dead in this Parisian courtyard paved with medieval tombstones.

The industrial architecture honors the laborers who brought the Exposition Universelle of 1900 to life.

This modest marker near Notre Dame identifies the very center of Paris.

This iconic Parisian bookstore doubles as the "Tumbleweed Hotel" for traveling writers.

A surrealist timepiece by the artist of melting clocks.

Site of a classic 19th-century physics experiment to prove the earth is rotating.

An overlooked marble is the only surviving in-place 18th century example of the measurement that changed how we define distance.

A counter-culture bookstore like no other hides in plain sight in the streets of Paris.

135 bronze medallions mark a French meridian line which once rivaled the hotshot Greenwich timeline.

The vast, legendary catacombs hold secrets much stranger than stacked bones.

Exquisite wall sculptures carved in secret by an early quarryman in an obscure corner of the Paris Catacombs.

A favorite Paris bar for U.S. expats, including Gershwin, Hemingway, and James Bond.

This charming cobbled backstreet is the most Instagramable street in Paris, much to the residents' annoyance.

This surreal statue brings a famous French novel about a supernatural cad to arresting life.

This banal Parisian entranceway is not what it seems.

A series of abstract, silly sculptures represent the works of a great modern classical composer.

A French artist's vague warning hangs over Belleville.

The mummified heart of a saint lives on in this church—after a brief hiatus when it was stolen.

The comedy and tragedy of Oscar Wilde is preserved in a Dublin park, captured in a sculpture of colorful stone.

The 19th-century pharmacy (now a used bookstore) was featured in James Joyce’s "Ulysses," and has changed very little to this day.

The somber sculptures commemorating Irish Famine on the river Liffey in Dublin.

The gorgeous library at Trinity College is home to remarkable treasures of Irish identity.

A museum that cashes in on its infamous little people while teaching you a thing or two about the Irish fey.

The house where the writer spent his formative years.