A "simple-hearted artist" turned an isolated Icelandic valley into his own art museum.

At the crypt of St. Mary of Eulogies and the Dead you are left alone to ponder mortality among piles of skulls.

Saved by a logger, this Douglas fir is one of the last great old-growth trees in Canada.

This tiny little island has, as the name says, just enough room for its single house.

Four bald cypress trees in Lafayette Square, across from the White House, mark the southern edge of a 100,000 year old cypress swamp.

An ancient capital city that dates back 3,000 years and harbors many surprises.

This plaza at the end of the world teems with monumental tributes to a problematic history, and laser discs.

Roots and stumps that lay inundated for two millennia are on display in Japan's city of three mysteries.

Step into the cool deep past and unknown future of who begat who.

Be careful not to get trampled at this lively two thousand-year-old market.

A small museum filled with over 1,000 clocks, and one particular clock calibrated to run until the year 9999.

A modern mechanical planetary system, part of a 10,000 year clock.

A popular European tradition makes its way to the states on one of America's most famous bridges.

In Little Caribbean, an ice-cream shop serves up regional flavors, including soursop, Irish moss, and "greatnut."

Once called Winthrop Park in 1889, home to a decidedly sexy tribute to the Monitor vs. Merrimac battle.

This series of Scottish caves has no clear purpose other than baffling historians.

Collect holy water from a Bronx grotto.

This old estate is a remnant of when the Bronx was a popular summer destination for wealthy New Yorkers.

A basement pool hall is the front for some of the best Dominican food in New York City.

The first and only carousel with a lineup entirely of insects.

An easy to overlook storefront hides some of the most authentic and regionally diverse Chinese food in New York.

The secret room where early Bolsheviks cranked out propaganda fliers on a smuggled printing press.

The watery grave of an impractical idea.

An FDR-era tuberculosis sanatorium has stood abandoned in the suburbs of the U.S. capital for over 30 years.