Places chrissyml Wants to Go

One of two lighted lanterns hung in the church belfry on the eve of the Revolutionary War to warn that the British were on their way.

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

Memorial to a beloved puppeteer as well as all street performers.

The statue of John Harvard isn't actually John Harvard—or even, technically, the founder of the school.

A tiny monument to the classic American candy.

Museum dedicated to awful artwork.

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

This headstone marks the grave of an 11-year-old boy killed during clashes in the streets over the boycotting of British goods.

Ice cream stand, snack bar, and time capsule of milk conveyance.

A tiny plaque marks the location of the water source that facilitated the birth of modern-day Boston.

This "life-size" depiction of Mickey Mouse as a half-lobster is both whimsical and a bit creepy, standing guard over the Boston waterfront.

One woman’s obsession gave birth to this lovely oddity at the Boston Public Library.

The oldest working bell set in North America, the bells at Old North Church sat silent for their first four years in Massachusetts.

The site of one of the strangest disasters in history—a wave of deadly molasses traveling at 35 mph.

A disastrous shipwreck and a tragic love story.

An eccentric inventor's castle home with its own indoor weather system.

This headstone-like marker inscribed with three words has been an utter mystery for over a century.

Friction between grains of sand cause a curious "singing" sound.

At the supposed instruction of Ben Franklin and Socrates, a Spiritualist believer intended to birth a mechanical messiah here.

This historic graveyard monument is dedicated to a tragic victim of witch trial hysteria.

Ornate and macabre headstone in one of the country's oldest cemeteries.

A dollhouse full of taxidermy rodents, each one handcrafted and given a sordid past.

The 340-year-old house that inspired the classic Nathaniel Hawthorne novel.

The oldest family-run luncheonette in New York, last renovated in 1948, still serves food and drinks the old-fashioned way.