Places sarchus Wants to Go

A subterranean ice warehouse that has lain hidden beneath central London for over a century is now open to the public.

This open-air mosaic gallery honoring an English artist took hundreds of volunteers more than seven years to create.

A closed London rail station created to cart away the dead still bears the marks of attempts to make it less morbid.

A Victorian school for poverty stricken waifs has been preserved as a museum to their donated education.

A museum that chronicles the interesting and often dark history of the London docklands, once one of the major trading ports of the world.

Putting the "mod" in "modular" since 2000.

An small and easily overlooked archaeology museum chock full of Egyptian artifacts.

The only university zoological museum in London houses extinct animals, bizarre natural history specimens, and a Micrarium of microscopic creatures.

19th-century scientists would make the pilgrimage here to verify the precision of their measuring sticks.

The first geometric self-supporting spiral stairs in Britain are a truly beautiful sight.

A tribute to the intrepid explorer and his crew who perished in terrible conditions on an ill-fated expedition to the Arctic.

London's smallest police station is barely the size of a phone booth.

A mysterious shape catches the eye in this 16th-century painting.

The sculpture of the deceased cockatoo flops atop its personal plinth.

London's amazing modernist public square that never was.

Rebuilt remains of a temple to Roman god Mithras.

This wildly-tiled artist's palace is a living and growing account of the creator's life, loves, and labors.

An unusual round church in London with a Templar past.

Eighty million natural history specimens call this gargantuan museum home.

A kaleidoscopic warehouse-maze of handmade neon signs.

One of the few remaining casualties of the London Blitz, this destroyed church has become an enchanting public garden.

This shop and gallery is a modern-day cabinet of curiosities, unassumingly positioned along an urban thoroughfare.

This churchyard arbor is surrounded by hundreds of gravestones placed there by author Thomas Hardy.

An easily overlooked stretch of ornate window fronts and gaslight lamps that could be right from the pages of Dickens.