Places smallBore Wants to Go

This one-room museum is dedicated to Norwegian history and jokes.

Mound of stones marking the burial site of the world's most famous orca.

When the public was consulted about a new piece of street art, they naturally asked for an enormous metal dragon.

The storied English village that pretended to be insane inspired NYC's nickname and the fictional namesake in the DC Comics universe.

Left by the Devil, an ancient quarry or just plain old erosion, this enigmatic rock pillar rises 28 feet from the hillside.

This oddly shaped church resembles a rocket.

Sip cherry liqueur at a bar dating back to 1840.

Tucked away inside this concrete building is a church and its grand display of brutalist architecture.

One man's remarkable private collection of art from around the world.

This Industrial Age architectural and engineering gem helps visitors and residents alike traverse Lisbon, “The City of Seven Hills.”

This once-forgotten oasis in the middle of Lisbon was first created over a century ago quite by accident.

A king's pet, a pope's gift, an artist's inspiration, and a tragic shipwreck.

Legacy of the earthquake that nearly wiped Lisbon off the face of the Earth.

These unique stepping stones hug a river's edge to take hikers on a journey through a limestone gorge.

A giant dish used in this village's long tradition of baking absurdly large meat pies now serves as a flowerbed.

This petite cutlery factory sits on the foundations of a defunct gasworks.

Some of the best renditions of traditional British dishes can be found on the site of a 15th-century inn.

The last working windmill in the U.K. that has eight sails.

Baked in 1898 and still almost flawless, this floral masterpiece is considered the world's oldest complete wedding cake.

This tiny traditional smokehouse is the only one left in this historic fishing port.

At 1,732 feet above sea level, this spectacularly isolated yet surprisingly bustling bar is the highest pub in Britain.

Each year a new straw behemoth is born.

A stretch of land where the sour-sweet vegetable is cloaked in darkness and grows so fast you can hear it crack, squeak, and pop.

This 17th-century pub once had a hole in its wall so the neighboring blacksmith could easily access beer.