Places kgamblin Wants to Go

Among the oldest structures in Madrid, these Moorish walls once guarded the medieval city of Mayrit.

Part of the medieval watchtower is displayed in an otherwise ordinary parking garage.

The oldest restaurant in the world is this old-world Spanish eatery, still known for its suckling pig.

Madrid's romantically ornate crystal palace has been offering shelter to plants and art for over a century.

Home to drunken tower-climbing goats... seriously.

A Memphis park where you can walk the whole Mississippi River in one go.

This head-spinningly bizarre Depression-era art cave is wall-to-wall quartz and Jesus.

Dyed by iron oxide over centuries, these sandstone rocks rise thousands of feet into the sky.

This former lieutenant governor's home is brimming with curiosities.

This incredible collection of vintage pinball machines can be played at 25 cents a pop.

Flashy signs from Las Vegas’s past find their final resting place at this unusual graveyard.

Life's work of sculptor Elisabet Ney remains preserved in her last studio.

This eclectic, mosaic-clad home includes a bamboo ping-pong loft and a "Whispermaphones" intercom.

A former electrical substation is now home to an eccentric junk art masterpiece.

Free public park and gardens filled with peacocks and peahens.

This unique structure in suburban Austin is made up entirely of other people's castaways, and constantly changing.

A museum dedicated exclusively to the lore and history of ouija boards.

An easy-to-miss garden in Boston's North End honors the mother of JFK and others who lost children in WWII.

The filming location of a shark attack in Steven Spielberg’s famous shark movie.

"Mock all and sundry things, but leave the saints alone."

On top of Gibbet Hill lie the ruins of a lavish turn-of-the-century estate that never quite came to be.

The history of the tea trade is told in bas-relief on this historic pair of Boston doors.

This miniature feudal castle was built on a whim to honor a US Navy pioneer.

"the sweltering inhabitants of Charleston and New Orleans, of Madras and Bombay and Calcutta, drink at my well . . . The pure Walden water is mingled with the sacred water of the Ganges."