Thirteen pastel palaces in downtown Charleston add a gorgeous splash of color to the city.

Spend a hour meandering, breathing, and learning along this lovely untouted path that connects historic gardens.

The oldest liquor store in the country is a model of resilience and mischief.

Paths are maintained, but trees have taken over plots.

South Carolina's last remaining slavery auction house is now a museum devoted to its own tragic history.

The biggest museum dedicated to insects in North America, one of the largest in the world.

Montreal's giant farmer's market is a foodie's best friend, especially in the winter months.

A grand Gothic Revival basilica with stained glass depictions of Montreal's religious history has only one soul resting in its crypt.

Designed by Buckminster Fuller, this relic of the 67 Expo survived fire and ice.

The Victorian-era greenhouse is stuffed with tropical plants, and open 365 days a year.

A book collector's dream, this Toronto bookstore has the world's first "Biblio-Mat," a random book vending machine.

A lush green oasis in the middle of Chicago.

Futuristic apartment blocks are the backdrop for Montreal surfers hangin' ten on the Habitat '67 standing wave.

In Chicago, a pizza-enthusiast has opened a museum dedicated to the history of pizza.

What was once one of the country's largest confectionary plants is now an abandoned ruin, but is still pretty sweet.

The final resting place of one of Chicago’s most iconic drill rappers.

From banquet hall to Masonic Lodge and now concert venue, Ganz Hall is a breathtaking glimpse of into the golden age of American architecture.

A long lost multi-cultural music venue used to reside in the bottom floor of Chicago's Flat Iron Building.

The faint remains of a Polish news empire still linger.

Parking lot where a Chicago mayor was inaugurated under very sketchy circumstances.

"No writer ever gave more to a city and got back less.”

Huge abstract sculptures of the Puerto Rican Flag.

Chicago was once a major hub of film production, but being silent film you don’t hear much about it.

This cheerfully-named branch of the Chicago River is the fetid result of years of blood, entrails, and meatpacking waste.