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The world’s largest Masonic temple was saved by the White Stripes.

Berry Gordy Jr.'s old home was the original headquarters of Motown Record Corporation.

A wacky two-story folk-art assemblage of carved and found objects, with lights, motion, and sound now in need of financial support.

A Beaux-Arts triumph rises from decades of decay to become the heart of a new innovation district.

One man's attempt to create an artistic wonder on a run-down block in Detroit.

An unusual assortment of steerable wooden sleds is on display in a library in New Jersey where they were first invented.

Once the world's largest reinforced concrete structure, this abandoned bridge now beckons urban explorers.

A historic grist mill and active sluice on the Black River.

A space dedicated to contemporary art and culture, co-chaired by fashion icon Miuccia Prada.

The odd depiction of the Virgin Mary and baby Jesus is rooted in the Catholic Church's eradication of Catharism.

A Milanese café entirely designed by the American director Wes Anderson.

An ossuary built in 1210 to collect bones from the Ospedale Maggiore of Milan.

The one-stop shop for all of your superhero (or evil arch-nemesis) needs.

Obscure and obsolete publications are given new life as works of art.

This ruined fort hidden at the top of Central Park can't seem to keep from losing its historical plaques.

A yoga studio and venue for "chill-out parties" in a former chicken slaughterhouse.

A New York garbage depot holds a secret collection of weird and wonderful refuse.

The gilded vestiges of a sterling department store can still be found in a Brooklyn shopping center.

Tucked in a nondescript downtown Brooklyn mall is a bar containing a remarkable turn of the century anatomical wax collection last seen in 1920s Berlin.

This curved Manhattan building was built to house the opulence of John D. Rockefeller's oil empire.

The Underground Railroad passed right through this historic Brooklyn Heights church.

New York's oldest and possibly grandest keeper of books.

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

Though its celestial ceiling is impressive, the true star is the vast collection of French books.