Places candmthurman Wants to Go

The island home of an unlucky whaling captain whose story inspired a great American novel.

The home of an antique carousel still in operation.

The oldest continuously-operated inn in the United States, once owned by Henry Ford.

A single room pays homage to the prodigious achievements of the 30th President of the United States.

This location holds the truth to what truly happened that faithful night.

Oldest church in the United States that is still in continuous use.

Plymouth's huge yet little-known memorial to the Pilgrims.

The hero of the women's suffrage movement birth home is now a museum dedicated to her legacy.

Marigolds, rosemary, Madonna lilies, and the Virgin’s Bower decorate this Massachusetts sacred garden.

The headquarters of one of the world’s longest-running humor magazines bears a noticeable resemblance to a head wearing a Prussian helmet.

Haunted boulder in a front yard with a witch painted on it.

A plaque memorializes the Boston location of one of the largest nightclub fires in history.

The proud hometown of an American legend has honored their favorite son with what seems to be a gravestone.

The poems Nathaniel Hawthorne and his wife Sophia etched into its windows are still visible today.

Artifacts of whaling, with both its perils and adventure, are housed in this museum in a former candle factory.

This home is steeped in history from, George Washington to George Corwin, High Sheriff during the Salem Witch Trials.

A men’s restroom became a sandwich shop.

35,000 grape hyacinths flow like water down a garden hill.

Silverware in the sidewalk outside a grocery store cements this neighborhood’s Italian culinary history.

One of the indelible moments of the American Revolution took place at this location.

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

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

For 20 years, this whale skeleton has been slowly dripping oil on the floor of the museum where it hangs.

The first bell ever cast in Boston was cast by Paul Revere...and sounded terrible.