No one knows the origin of this creepy little stone man with an oversized phallus.

Launched by Napoleon's soldiers more than 200 years ago, a cannonball remains embedded in the tower wall.

An ode to a soldier who came to town, fell in love, then began making his own sparkling wine.

A sculpture of a beloved local figure, who tipped his top hat to everyone he passed on the streets of Bratislava.

This Slovakian statue of an emerging sewer worker might just be a bronze peeping tom.

The beautiful, ornate weather station is the most popular geocache in Salzburg.

Terrifically morbid cemetary and site of famous Paracelsus' grave.

Two stunning 17th-century libraries and a cabinet of curiosities.

This Czech church doubles as something of a permanent fashion exhibition for a statue of the Infant Jesus.

Countless grotesque faces stare out from this eerie Prague art wall.

The oldest garden in Prague, once part of an medieval orchard.

This walkway is so narrow it needs its own light to stop pedestrian traffic jams.

This automated sculpture of two men peeing will spell out text messages with their micturition.

This tipsy office building in downtown Prague was originally called “Fred and Ginger.”

Around 100,000 bodies are buried below the medieval headstones, many of which mark graves with multiple bodies stacked up to 12 deep.

Synagogue built from the stones of Solomon's temple contains the golem of Prague.

Macabre astrological automaton clock dating to the late 1400s.

Straight out of a nightmare, barcode-faced babies climb up and down Prague's television tower.

Looming communist pillar with a Czech twist.

Throughout this shopping mall are medieval ruins that were discovered during the mall's construction.

A turn of the century building boasting some of the most beautiful art nouveau architecture in Prague.

Dedicated to the man who saved hundreds of children from Nazi-occupied Czechoslovakia.

The slender brass strip in Prague's Old Town Square was used to tell time from 1652 to 1918.

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