Places James Springer Wants to Go

A 19th-century Baja cantina that many say is the birthplace of the margarita.

These colorful French islands spent a stint bootlegging booze during American Prohibition.

There is one corporation registered for every three square feet of space in this inconspicuous office building.

The statue, located at a mansion-turned-emancipation museum, honors Galveston’s history as the birthplace of Juneteenth.

The world's tallest statue of an American hero.

Inmates dig the graves at the largest prison cemetery in the U.S., the final resting place of both cowboys and Indians.

Try not to get slimed in Tribeca.

A labyrinth hides in plain sight at each of the city's 270 Tube stations.

This monument owes its name to a quote by the famous civil rights activist and journalist.

This historic house museum that celebrates one of the world's most influential social reformers is also one of the most haunted locations in Chicago.

One of Chicago's last seafood smokehouses perfects a dying breed of fishcraft.

An immersive art experience built by local arts collaborative, Factory Obscura, in the building formerly known as The Womb, a psychedelic arts center founded by the frontman of the Flaming Lips.

This small museum inside a larger sports complex honors the first Native American to win an Olympic gold medal for the U.S., and his life of achievement and struggle.

The world's longest continuously running show has played at this small West End theater since 1974.

It's where the final scene of the beloved Tom Hanks movie was filmed.

The John Snow Memorial marks the epicenter of London's 1854 cholera epidemic.

This third-generation institution is one of the last in London that still cures its own salt beef for epic sandwiches.

Built for an exposition in 1915, these horticultural displays have stood the test of time.

Built in 1917, this building is home to the last working spring-loaded dance floor in Utah.

The location where the iconic movie character declared it was time to go home.

The portrait of a man from Japan who sent weekly letters to a Dutch hotel he never visited.

A plaque and memorabilia collection mark where A&W got its start.

Far from the shore, this sandy victim of the Skeleton Coast looks like it was plopped in the middle of the desert.

Abandoned ships along a deserted beach feel like the set of a post-apocalyptic thriller.