One man's psychedelic fence is painted with his cacophonous folk art musings on the world.

American revolutionaries and British soldiers alike are buried here in the fourth-ever cemetery in Boston.

A former waterfront market is now in the center of town due to some interesting Boston engineering.

One of America's most historic homes also holds a startling literary legacy.

This cemetery served as the only official burial grounds in Cambridge for nearly 200 years.

The site where Charles Dickens gave his first public reading of "A Christmas Carol" in the US.

No one messes with the Massachusetts sacred cod, not this time...

The sprawling, eccentric estate of Ames and Ames, a brilliant botanist, and a genius inventor and artist.

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

This monument on Breed's Hill proves that one of the most famous battles of the Revolutionary War is misnamed.

This massive tea kettle was once a promotional stunt for the Oriental Teashop.

This peaceful Massachusetts graveyard was one of the first "garden-style" cemeteries in America.

This is the house that spite built.

From economic backbone of a community to deadly diving hole, these former stone quarries are now a park for rock climbers and graffiti artists.

Impossibly life-like natural history models created out of glass by a father and son.

An alley way dedicated to graffiti and street art is a constantly changing street gallery.

Books you don’t need in a place you can’t find.

The massive machine creates cracking displays of indoor lightning.

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

The tomb of Increase Mather and his son Cotton, influential colonial ministers obsessed with the occult.

An old trolley bridge was converted into a breathtaking garden bursting with colorful flowers.

Mrs. Mallard and her brood are a beloved fixture in Boston Public Garden.

Ice cream stand, snack bar, and time capsule of milk conveyance.

"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."