Places LazyJane Wants to Go

Some of the saint's blood and bones are said to reside in Dublin.

The 19th-century pharmacy (now a used bookstore) was featured in James Joyce’s "Ulysses," and has changed very little to this day.

Behemoth, cannon-like telescope operated by generations of Irish earls.

These imposing walls and towers look more like the ruins of a fortress than a monastery.

A hugely vast Irish landscape of barren rock that stretches for miles.

The enchanting archway is the only surviving portal into Dublin’s lost medieval wall.

A collection of housewares from recent Irish history adjoined by a tower from ancient Irish history.

A palatial former bank building now houses what may be the poshest art venue (and former Tesco) in Belfast.

An 80-year-old plane tree is devouring an iron bench at Ireland's oldest law school.

The mummified heart of a saint lives on in this church—after a brief hiatus when it was stolen.

An Iron Age fort on the edge of a seaside cliff offers a glimpse into an ancient, mystical world.

Dublin's "Dead Zoo" serves as a window to Victorian museum design.

Local legend says the remains of Father Christmas lie within the medieval grounds.

Obelisks and stone pineapples in the Irish countryside.

This ancient Irish religious site is covered in ancient carvings, many of which have barely aged.

The skeleton of a whale that beached itself in this Irish town is now on display in their public park.

A tribute to the incredible generosity the Choctaw Nation showed the Irish people during the Great Famine.

This mountain tram provides stunning views while hanging from a single, steel thread.

The world's largest squirrel statue clutches a pecan bigger than your head.

A 24-hour vending machine restocked daily with homemade full-sized pecan pies.

An alleyway plaque is all that remains of the independent Texas' envoy that forgot to pay their rent for over a century.

The site of the first couple's first kiss is commemorated by the most adorable presidential monument ever.

The mummified heart of Louis XVII, the lost dauphin of the French Revolution.

The macabre collection of Jacques Sirgent, an expert scholar on the undead and all of their trappings.