Places Tagtaylorsit Wants to Go

The so-called "Statue of Liberty of Los Angeles" is on a one mutant mission to keep L.A. weird.

This serene oasis in an affluent Los Angeles neighborhood holds some of Gandhi's ashes and got Elvis into Eastern Philosophy.

Established in the '60s, a family-owned tropical drink bar founded by Ray Buhen, bartender to the stars.

A look into the Church of Scientology's deeply unfavorable view of psychiatry.

A hospital closed seemingly in the middle of operations, leaving behind fodder for horror films and ghost hunters.

A prohibition-style speakeasy takes up residence in the last Victorian residence in Hollywood.

Hollywood's most famous landmark, the "temporary" sign that has stood for decades longer than intended.

Non-profit time travel mart sells goods you would need for a trip through the fourth dimension.

In a 345-million-year-old cave that's 200 feet underground, dinner awaits.

At this deceptively beautiful beach, nothing is what it seems.

Since World War II people have been decorating this stretch of the Yuma desert with signatures arranged out of rocks.

Established in 1853, this crumbling cemetery sits forgotten on the corner of Church and Chapel in Gold Country.

This one-block alleyway is stuffed with street art that is colorful, cultural, and intensely political.

Wheels of chrome by the thousands adorn this California Historical Landmark.

This strangely vacant Western amusement seems to be an empty tribute to residents of Lucerne Valley.

In this roadside "community for the small," abandoned toys gain new lives.

A massive volcanic plug is now a protected area that hosts a number of bird species.

The beauty and the beast of hydraulic mining is on full display at this California Historic State Park.

An abandoned car and strange wooden debris are among the scattered remains of the old sand and gravel quarry.

These two monoliths have stood at the entrance to the neighborhood since the days it was called "Hollywoodland."

An abandoned 1920s-era stretch of cabins now overshadowed by the 66 Motel.

A pair of pure white felines guard the entrance to a spot of California real estate established as an artist's haven.

This California estate was either haunted by ghosts or the Marx brothers.

The southernmost outpost of the Russian Empire in colonial America.