Places hubris Wants to Go

A Los Angeles cemetery that was once at the center of a Supreme Court dispute.

A black and white mural stands out from its psychedelic surroundings.

Legendary frontman of the Doors looms in this giant mural by famed Venice muralist, Rip Cronk.

Three vintage horses survived a 1976 inferno and found a home on a sister carousel.

A three-story, three-dimensional hobo clown in a tutu welcomes CVS shoppers.

This rare tortoise skeleton has been hanging around the downtown Los Angeles museum for over a century.

Because there's no place like home.

Dozens of feral felines rule a segment of Hollywood's only graveyard.

This historic New Orleans cemetery is the final resting place of members of the Independent Order of Odd Fellows.

This unique shop is full of memento mori art, antique medical equipment, secret society paraphernalia, and historical relics.

A calm and comfortable place to hang out with cats and kittens up for adoption.

The tallest monument in a historic New Orleans cemetery was prompted by romance and dash of pettiness.

Shop for books in the New Orleans house where William Faulkner once lived.

The only home of the famous French impressionist painter open to the public is now a museum and bed and breakfast.

The oldest operational cathedral in the U.S. has one shell of a way of projecting speakers' voices.

Legend says a primate-like cryptid prowls this otherworldy sliver of the Louisiana bayou.

A haunting, yet lovingly hand-hewn potters' field full of graves that flood with each heavy rain.

A treasure trove of rare and exquisitely detailed antiques

A house of courtship where the Jazz Age's most storied lovers got their start.

This abandoned Civil War fortress is slowly being swallowed by the waters of Lake Borgne.

A pink cottage covered in hearts served as a haven and a resting place for LGBTQ activists.

This "second" cemetery represents New Orleans' attempt to keep cholera at bay.

Once defending the city of New Orleans from invasion by sea, this fort faces an uncertain future.

If New Orleans is the birthplace of the "cocktail," why does their own museum of cocktail memorabilia beg to differ?