Places creativename Wants to Go

A prime example of New Orleans' unique architecture these early 20th century homes were built to look like steamboats.

Formerly known as National D-Day Museum, this collection commemorates the battles of Normandy and WWII.

A house of courtship where the Jazz Age's most storied lovers got their start.

Imagine playing a version of Legends of the Hidden Temple, but with a distinctly Southern Gothic flare.

A 200-year-old building in the French Quarter that was to be Napoleon's home in the New World.

Despite the ever pressing encroachment of urban sprawl this grand New Orleans manse still stands.

The only rotating bar in New Orleans has been slowly spinning since 1949.

The restaurant keeps a hidden séance room on the second floor and reserves a table for the spirit of the former owner each night.

The second oldest continuously operating bar in Louisiana.

The oldest cemetery in New Orleans, resting peacefully for over 200 years now.

A museum and shop on Bourbon Street located in the French Quarter.

A theme park that suffered massive flooding during Katrina was abandoned, and now proves irresistible to trespassing explorers.

A snapshot of the city's fascinating voodoo culture.

A collection of oddities including Dr. Kevorkian's suicide device, the Thanatron.

Inside the columbarium, thousands of colorful, high-tech Buddhas guard the ashes of the dead.

This volcanic cave lake is essentially hard proof that Iceland is the most magical place on Earth.

A Wes Anderson-esque lighthouse that boasts magnificent coastal views.

A fantastic reconstruction of a 10th-century Viking longhouse.

This rusting remnant of the local herring industry is being given a second life.

The oldest hall in Iceland was written of in the Sagas and features a centuries-old escape tunnel.

Travel deep inside of Europe's second largest glacier in the world's largest man-made ice cave.

This verdant, tree-lined Reykjavik graveyard is both enchanting and eerie.

Cairns built to bring travelers good luck stretch across the land like miniature stone mountains.

In Northeastern Iceland lies something of an oxymoron: a steaming desert.