Places ChittyBang Wants to Go

This abandoned subway station beneath the Waldorf-Astoria hotel is allegedly used to secretly transport presidents.

A hidden bar inside an ad agency has a deliberately misleading name, so employees can stay late under pretext of paperwork.

For over 30 years the walls of this Harlem schoolyard have been a gallery of street art by "Kings and better."

A plaque immortalizes the spot where the early American spy said his famous last words: "I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country."

The front yard of an Upper East Side town house hides the last fragment of one of New York's most famous theatres.

The name of this tiny pocket park tucked between two buildings on Manhattan's Upper West Side is Latin for its location: "seventy-one."

The walls are decorated with whimsical murals painted by the creator of the Madeline franchise.

The first green space constructed on an elevated viaduct.

This Parisian café sticks almost exclusively to an ethos of reuse.

This former Masonic hall has been turned into an art project that uses even more metaphysical iconography.

Museum dedicated to awful artwork.

This monument on Breed's Hill proves that one of the most famous battles of the Revolutionary War is misnamed.

This ambitious father and son team reigned supreme over the North End, and witches, for many years.

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

This Boston medical museum features the skull of the famous medical case of Phineas Gage.

The infamous Boston Mob ran rackets from an office here in the 1970s.

Two thousand artifacts from around the world collected by one woman who loved to travel.

One of the oldest used bookstores in the U.S. has been selling antiquarian treasures since 1825.

The site where Charles Dickens gave his first public reading of "A Christmas Carol" in the US.

The Boston square dedicated to the dark poet who was born nearby.

One of the now-less-hidden floral gems of the "Emerald Necklace."

The history of the tea trade is told in bas-relief on this historic pair of Boston doors.

No one messes with the Massachusetts sacred cod, not this time...

A men’s restroom became a sandwich shop.