Places stefanmarquart Wants to Go

This headstone-like marker inscribed with three words has been an utter mystery for over a century.

There are eight natural springs around town, each with a slightly different taste.

Spike Lee's provocative film is officially honored right where it was made, the first time a work of art was used as a secondary street name.

Ralph Waldo Emerson spent two years living here decades before it became a Frederick Law Olmsted-designed park.

A masterpiece of LGBT art has been restored in what may now be the most valuable restroom in America.

A statue of a mischievous raccoon towers over this city park.

One kilometer of thick brass rod laid out before your eyes.

A prohibition era watering hole for the police.

Ever wanted the laymen's version of your credit card fine print?

A half-mile long and three stories high, this bridge over the Des Moines River Valley mimics a descent into a mine shaft.

A historic neighborhood church is reborn as a psychedelic arts collective.

Wayne Newton's sprawling estate is now open for visitors to catch a glimpse of his "heart and soul."

Is this the most Portland place ever?

A pair of large white marble lions guard this stretch of the Mojave Desert, and it is utterly mysterious how they got there.

A rare pod of derelict midcentury Futuro and Venturo houses lines a semi-abandoned beachfront resort outside Taipei.

The largest guitar store in the world has been visited by some of music's all-time greats passing through upstate New York.

The Fox Sisters, America's leading mediums in the mid-19th century, possessed a table they claimed helped them "communicate" with the dead.

Designed by Buckminster Fuller, this relic of the 67 Expo survived fire and ice.

This 1967 experiment in modular architecture was designed to be a new model for urban living.

Once home to Komodo dragons, this island dreamscape has a rare combination of white, pink, and black sand beaches.

A distillery built on (and above!) mobster Dutch Schultz's Prohibition-era underground moonshine business.

A painfully obvious spy house sits right across the street from the Russian Embassy.

This dizzying tower was built to better broadcast the 1980 Moscow Olympics.

The home of the first American-born saint is one of the only curved buildings in New York.