Places Edited by Dylan Thuras

The now-abandoned Fascist summer colony served a dark purpose during World War II.

A collection of 16,000 antlers crammed beautifully into a small shed.

The oldest surviving botanic garden in the United States.

The crypts are so large they're basically their own underground church.

An unassuming house in Wisconsin hides a transient artist’s magnum opus.

Three acres of mythology-inspired sculptures are visible from the highway.

A plaque outside the San Jose airport commemorates the insect's arrival to the West Coast.

This tiny 1930s Art Deco airport is a beautiful remnant of a bygone era.

These abandoned waterworks are crumbling into the Potomac River.

Enormous terracotta heads of Queen Elizabeth and Prince Phillip can be seen on the side of the road to Windsor.

Swedish mice can dine at the Nuts of Life restaurant or take a date to the amousement park.

A 19th century family buried their dead among the pines, beneath gravestones styled after ancient Scottish cairns.

Once standing on solid ground, this slender beacon is a victim of the very shoreline it was charged with announcing.

During the rainy season, this temple is almost entirely submerged, accessible only by boat.

The oldest Dutch colonial stone house in New York City is a hidden gem on the border of Brooklyn and Queens.

An institution dedicated to curiosity, logic, riddles, and Mongolia's long history of puzzles.

A subterranean shelter remains intact under a busy Paris railway station.

A mistaken marker makes an erroneous claim along the historic Old Divide Road.

Unusual hexagonal rocks formed by cooling lava named for their resemblance to traditional Japanese tatami mats.

The ruins on a deserted tropical island in the Philippines bear the scars of WWII.

A collection of art from Bulgaria's time as a communist state.

The former 1920s mansion of a prominent Catalan developer was used as the Soviet Embassy during the Spanish Civil War, and there is still a bunker below the garden.

The inventor of the iconic Pringles can was so proud of his invention he was buried in one.

A bust of Franz Kafka spins in pieces, reflecting the writer's inner torment.