Places Doot Wants to Go

Home of Philip Johnson, one of the 20th century's most influential architects.

A giant light 13 feet high shines near Thomas Edison's old Menlo Park lab.

The last of Philadelphia's wood-paved streets is now a landmark of terrible engineering.

A tiny, unmarked beer and whiskey bar above an Ethiopian restaurant in West Philly fails to conceal live bluegrass.

A museum dedicated to the strange and extravagant costumes and memorabilia of the mummers, a tradition older than Philadelphia itself.

South Philadelphia is home to Keith Haring's only surviving in situ collaborative public mural.

The origin of this mechanical boy was a mystery until he revealed his maker by writing it in perfect cursive.

One artist's love letter to his city and its citizens plays out across dozens of bright murals painted on the sides of decrepit buildings.

This local gem houses the largest collection of pre-Raphaelite paintings outside of the U.K.

The longest covered bridge in Delaware.

This historic lighthouse was well known for the large number of women who served as its keeper.

At this former Prohibition speakeasy, electric birds signaled the arrival of hooch.

The likeness of the Baltimore music icon was unveiled in time for the anniversary of his Senate hearings on music censorship.

A monumental statue of RCA's mascot now sits atop a historical society roof after a life of moving around.

A faded sign from the 1920s remembers Baltimore's resistance toward banning alcohol.

This bug-eyed water wheel uses the power of the Sun to clean up Baltimore Harbor.

Once part of a dam servicing an early 19th century grist mill, the tucked-way falls are a tricky-to-find urban oasis.

An abandoned church gets a second life as a massive beer hall and event space.

This beloved Baltimore spot features caged dolls, a giant Pez collection, and many, many mannequins.

The trials and tribulations of marking Poe’s grave.

The site where Poe “in great distress, and ... in need of immediate assistance” likely died.

A 200-year-old bar with a cheeky name claims to have served Edgar Allan Poe his final drink.

A hidden alley in urban Baltimore is a haven for graffiti artists.

This free, take-a-book shop seems like a trick but isn't.