Places herbfletcher Wants to Go

When it comes to handsignals (and colonialism) rock always beats scissors.

Look closely and you’ll notice that the color changes a third of the way up the tower.

A much-maligned monument to teetotalism.

The preamble to the U.S. Constitution written entirely from vanity license plates hangs in the Smithsonian museum.

There's a 12-foot-tall replica of the Washington Monument hidden under a manhole nearby.

A three-story tower of books about Abraham Lincoln is one of the more unusual monuments to the president.

The oldest building in the District of Columbia was preserved because of a mistaken connection to George Washington.

The house where John Wilkes Booth conspired with his co-conspirators.

An atomic bomb-proof strongbox protects the U.S. Constitution from terrorists and thieves.

Those with a sharp eye can find the hidden image of a German Shepherd on the memorial's Mural Wall.

The unique traffic pattern named for an influential urban planner is also known as the Pedestrian Scramble.

Sit where JFK proposed to Jackie or where Nixon dined on meatloaf at this storied pub.

The "lovely red Vega" of the legendary record-settling pilot.

Legend has it that President Grant’s frequent drinking in the lobby gave rise to the term “lobbyist.”

The final resting place of 121 victims of the RMS Titanic, 42 of which may never be identified.

Chester Cathedral is home to a unique painting crafted on a canvas of cobwebs.

Mysteriously stacked storefront paths give this medieval British town an iconic style like none other.

An incredibly well-preserved piece of ninth-century Viking poop.

A 18th century graveyard and its astonishing cortege of macabre iconography.

Remnants of the 16th-century defensive wall still stand unassumingly within Edinburgh.

A sweet symbol marks the place where torturous executions were once carried out.

This early version of the guillotine was used to execute the man responsible for its construction.

There are plenty of wonderful panoramic vistas in Edinburgh, but not many are hidden smack in the middle of the Old Town.

The most loyal of little dogs, or a Victorian era publicity stunt?