Places sheraciara Wants to Go

The skull of the patron saint of lovers lies in the Basilica di Santa Maria in Cosmedin—maybe.

Architectureal fantasy quarter of Rome.

A miniature representation of Canadian cities and landmarks in incredible—and sometimes hilarious—detail.

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

This Toronto garden collects stares and tchotchkes in equal measure.

A collection of human remains, animal body parts, and other macabre curiosities all legally for sale.

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

The painter who popularized "bulls" and "bears" as symbols for the stock market didn't get a proper headstone for over a century.

An art installation commemorates journalist Nellie Bly's undercover reporting inside a New York asylum.

A famous songsmith's custom piano, dubbed "High Society," is hidden just out of sight in one of New York's finest hotels.

Piano-making empire filled with 200-year-old steam machines still churning out 1,000 instruments a year.

Relics given to a Manhattan church to avoid seizure by the Italian government.

An annual extravaganza of Broadway theater memorabilia.

The oldest bibliophilia club in America, with exhibitions on historic books and graphic arts.

One of the last few places in Manhattan that employed a pneumatic systemic keeps it on display.

Bowl in splendor, if you're lucky.

The remnants of two World's Fairs are here, complete with a 12-story globe, a mini-Manhattan, and a UFO-shaped pavilion.

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

Lady Liberty's first beacon of enlightenment is now displayed in a museum near the statue.

The beautiful tunnel that ran from the lobby to Penn Station is still hidden underneath 34th Street.

The fanciest public restroom in New York City boasts fresh flowers, art, and a classical music soundtrack.

The walls are decorated with whimsical murals painted by the creator of the Madeline franchise.

Become a prohibition rebel.

A very classy 1920s-era bar right in Grand Central Station.