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A plaque commemorates the spot in the Oregon woods where the first-ever Geocache was hidden.

The largest retailer of seashells in the world.

The ruins of an ancient Zoroastrian Tower of Silence believed to be the earliest example of the traditional funerary practice.

Thirty architectural gems from the 19th- and early 20th-century Tokyo were restored and relocated to this space.

A neighborhood church's unusual abstract stained glass was the final project of avant-garde artist Jean Cocteau.

One of the last Jazz Age "Wonder Theaters" in New York City.

The 15-foot-wide, 2-ton pan fries hundreds of chickens once a year.

Statues of Ramona Quimby, Henry Huggins, and Ribsy the dog in the park where their adventures "really happened."

Wall Street has a new heroine, a bronze statue of a small but fierce girl.

A tiny village in Wales claims the name of a noble medieval hound slain for a crime he didn't commit.

Neon signs that grace the windows of Bergdorf Goodman's and Tiffany & Co. come from this studio in Brooklyn.

A steampunk-styled three-floor factory churning out art, activism, and electronic beats.

The world's oldest Jewish library was founded by Sephardic Jews in 17th century Amsterdam.

Once a black market electronics marketplace, now an otaku shopper's paradise.

After nearly 60 years, there's still a bear at Paddington Station looking for help.

These expertly crafted, scientifically accurate glass sea creatures were once an international phenomenon.

Martin Bricelj Baraga's monolithic sculpture measures the blueness of the sky, and changes color to match it.

A mysterious spot where the laws of gravity seem not to apply.

The church's remarkable frescoes incorporate Finnish artist Hugh Simberg's trademark themes of death and the supernatural.

The final resting place of the camel who served with the Confederate Army during the Civil War.

That bass was as bad a fish as any angler ever knew.

A tomb in the shape of a traditional Mexican hat and shawl for the father of modern rancheras.

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

Twice a day this ancient path disappears with the tides, leaving the Holy Island of Lindisfarne out to sea.