Places BryanKnight Wants to Go

An angular maze of concrete in Grand Rapids acts both as public art and as a staircase for fish traveling upstream.

Head past the aisles of tropical fruit and imported candy at this bodega to discover a hidden, weekends-only taco stand.

A culturally significant rural temple in the beautiful mountains of Itoshima.

A famed artist's inspiring work of peace and tolerance.

A heartwarming message to those entering and departing Music City from above.

Dinosaurs invade a suburban Nashville neighborhood.

A remote horde of architectural treasures fit for Indiana Jones.

The lavish, well-preserved home of a wealthy Baba Nyonya family is now a cultural museum.

A wonderful collection of fossilized dinosaurs and other creatures that roamed the landscape millions of years ago.

A hamlet full of permanent Christmas spirit holds one of the earliest theme parks in the United States.

It wouldn't be long after purchasing this farm, Brown would lead his siege on Harper's Ferry.

Teddy Roosevelt’s famous “midnight ride to the presidency" started at this small lake high up in the Adirondacks.

This 16th-century close preserves an unusual piece of Edinburgh's transportation history.

This supper-club-turned-concert-venue still serves drinks at its original rotating bar.

Nibble as you learn about Slovenia's longstanding tradition of making beautiful honey cookies.

This small window display is dedicated to the noble carrot.

The tallest mountain in mainland Netherlands isn't actually very tall.

A beautiful maze marks where three countries meet.

A distinctive former power plant turned university lecture hall looks like it could make you breakfast.

A collection of more than 10,000 racist objects that teaches the atrocities of social injustice and intolerance in American history.

The largest cemetery for enslaved people in Loudoun County was almost lost to history, if not for the research of a minister.

This bakery and museum offers tours of the tastes and mythology of Aachen's signature spice biscuit—just don't ask for the recipe.

Atop the former site of a historic bakery sit two stone tributes to Verona's contribution to traditional Italian baking.

A rapidly disappearing authentic bit of the old south.