Places jordank Wants to Go

These two monoliths have stood at the entrance to the neighborhood since the days it was called "Hollywoodland."

There are lots of hands and feet stamped in the cement in front of Grauman’s Chinese Theater, but Mel left behind something extra.

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

Historic house-museum dedicated to the revolutionary gay graphic artist Tom of Finland.

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

The so-called "Statue of Liberty of Los Angeles" is on a one mutant mission to keep L.A. weird.

The neighborhood shop is a sort of tiny cactus museum full of exotic specimens you can take home.

From sax to spuds, get 'em all at this landmark music establishment.

Because there's no place like home.

An L.A. traffic island where the faces of locals have been carved into massive granite eggs.

An expansive book store, art gallery, and curio shop with wares ranging from tarot cards to novelty socks.

Come crisp December nights, this fairly plain neighborhood becomes a holiday dream world.

A carousel trades in its classic horses and calliope for endangered species, native flora and fauna, and a modern soundtrack.

Every weekend, the parking lot of this Buddhist temple turns into a Thai street-food paradise.

Two men, two visionaries of Venice Beach, one little hotel that smells like cookies.

This forgotten Frank Lloyd Wright house is an architectural marvel at the end of a sleepy residential street.

Where the line between entertainment and aerospace blurs.

The quiet canyon has a tumultuous history involving a doomsday cult.

From pre-war whiskey cocktails to prohibition-era speakeasy secrecy, this bar has seen it all.

A shrine to a skeleton saint in the city of angels.

This hilltop park offers magnificent views and a Frank Lloyd Wright masterpiece.

After starting as a whimsical tourist attraction that eventually found its way to ruin, these renovated canals offer a lush and exotic locale on the Pacific Coast.

One man's vast collection of artifacts and ephemera from matchbooks and postcards to vintage neon signs and cars.

A castle that was built stone by stone by an eccentric journalist.