Places epollard Wants to Go

A cave dug by a man directed by ghosts to find pirate treasure.

The site of one of the strangest disasters in history—a wave of deadly molasses traveling at 35 mph.

An alley way dedicated to graffiti and street art is a constantly changing street gallery.

This is the house that spite built.

A home decorated by its owner with eye-catching and captivating assemblages of found objects

This unassuming stone commemorates a condiment factory gone up in smoke.

This former Masonic hall has been turned into an art project that uses even more metaphysical iconography.

This headstone-like marker inscribed with three words has been an utter mystery for over a century.

These beautiful garden buildings are among the oldest surviving greenhouses in the United States.

A steampunk wonderland that preserves America's history of industrial innovation.

The poems Nathaniel Hawthorne and his wife Sophia etched into its windows are still visible today.

Experience the hysteria of a 17th century witch hunt through goofy reenactments and wax dummies that should probably be burned at the stake.

At 135 years old and counting, this historic print shop is heaven for poster nerds and music buffs.

This defunct, fortress-like prison has been the setting for several movies.

The "Jade Museum" is full of thousands of intricately carved works of art made from various precious stones.

"Mock all and sundry things, but leave the saints alone."

This popular Boston haunt is reminiscent of a time gone by, when slow cafes and sweet-smelling smoke wafting from patios was the norm.

The oldest Italian café in Boston, this spot also serves as a veritable museum of vintage coffee ephemera.

Shelves covered in dozens of coffee bean varieties fill this North End institution.

A more than 260-year-old crypt built on Boston's oldest English burial ground.

This headstone marks the grave of an 11-year-old boy killed during clashes in the streets over the boycotting of British goods.

A morbid secret lies hidden within the beautiful walls of the Boston Athenaeum.

No one messes with the Massachusetts sacred cod, not this time...

The Boston home of a conductor on the Underground Railroad.