Places esftripod Wants to Go

A painted-over wall in Detroit originally built to segregate a black community from an adjacent white development.

The world's oldest operating jazz club has been in operation since May 1934.

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

One of Detroit’s oldest blues clubs stands in defiance of the passage of time and the city’s shifting fortunes.

Enormous small-business mecca in the Midwest, serving dozens of artists.

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

An abandoned Victorian-era amusement park is rusting away amidst luxury houses.

Opulent downtown movie theater now houses cars as an indoor parking garage.

The grandiose interior of this bar speaks to its past as home to famous jewelers and railway offices.

A labor of love by laborers in the sign-making business.

Hoodoos, naturally eroded land formations, stand 20 feet tall in the Canadian badlands.

A wealth of pop culture statuary and green chile dishes give this roadside restaurant clout.

Home to New Mexico's longest bar, this watering hole also has a mining museum and a haunted history.

Setting this massive marionette aflame rids Santa Fe of doom and gloom for another year.

Taos Pueblo recipes, foraged ingredients, and outdoor ovens define the menu at this eatery.

Twenty-seven massive radio antennas on the high plains of New Mexico search for life on other planets.

Wedding chapel's mysterious spiral staircase said to be miraculously constructed.

A small metropolis of Pueblo cave dwellings have been carved right into the hillside of this national monument.

The official atomic museum of the United States explores the explosive and productive history of a much maligned energy source.

"I did this all while you were watching TV."

A 1,000-foot-long railroad tunnel under Shavers Fork connected the towns during West Virginia's logging boom until its closure in 1985.

These massive concrete foundations and smelter chimney bricks still smell like smoke after a century.

An abandoned cyanide mill is now a haunting magnet for graffiti and illegal parties.

A concrete arrow from a 1920s network of airmail beacons is still preserved at the western edge of suburban Reno.