Places claireromama Wants to Go

The only brothel on the National Register of Historic Places.

This rocking chair headstone is allegedly haunted by the spirit of a young girl named Pearl.

The last original miniature duckpin bowling lanes in America, located in a Milwaukee dive bar.

This diner from 1930s America now resides in a small town in the Netherlands.

Nothing to see here.

A surreal, interdimensional shopping center and portal to another universe by Meow Wolf.

Once the extravagant escape of the Ford family, this enigmatic ruin now stands as a haunting reminder of its former glory.

This small piece of Michigan is entirely surrounded by Ohio.

The last used bookstore in Downtown San Francisco is one of the smallest bookstores just about anywhere.

Part mural and part sculpture, this work of art sits in the middle of the Promenade, as if swimming in a river of asphalt towards the ocean.

The neighborhood church casts a breast-shaped shadow that locals have come to call the “two o’clock titty.”

A modest reminder of treacherous waters at the Golden Gate.

This giant head is all that remains of a once proud statue that survived an earthquake but not a fall off of a wagon.

A masterpiece in Golden Gate Park by virtue of the artist’s debt.

This grinning pup statue is all that's left of what was once a ubiquitous Bay Area diner chain.

The taxidermied remains of the "last wild grizzly bear in California" and of the symbol of the state of California.

Faceless white figures loom over the city from the rooftop.

Inside this museum, the history of the Walt Disney Family empire is on full display.

Amazing meticulous gardens of personal wood carvings, Hydrangea, Canna, and many other flowers.

Join the circus for a few lessons to learn clowning, acrobatics, and Chinese contortion.

This surreptitious shop is only open five hours per week.

Adolph Sutro's little-known, geographically inaccurate, deprecated monument.

San Francisco's most expensive hotel suite includes a secret passageway rumored to have been used by JFK.

One of the last remnants of the city's Chinese nightclub scene is now a dive bar selling killer mai tais.