Places tomwickland Wants to Go

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

During prohibition, corrupt city officials ran drinking dens under the streets of Downtown Los Angeles.

This knobby, drooping New Orleans oak is a favorite place both for climbing and for meeting giraffes.

This New Orleans tree is filled with hidden chimes that produce a carefully tuned melody.

Despite the ever pressing encroachment of urban sprawl this grand New Orleans manse still stands.

This Birdsill Holly fire hydrant is the remnant of a very different type of hydration innovation.

A house of courtship where the Jazz Age's most storied lovers got their start.

A little piece of Paris in the sultry south of the U.S.

Made of giant chains and hung with shackles, this iron cross honors those unknowns who perished under American slavery.

The greatest collection of New Orleans masking and processional traditions covering everything from Baby Dolls to Skull and Bone gangs.

This symbolic piece of New Orleans architecture is also home to a few ghastly stories.

If New Orleans is the birthplace of the "cocktail," why does their own museum of cocktail memorabilia beg to differ?

This "second" cemetery represents New Orleans' attempt to keep cholera at bay.

A snapshot of the city's fascinating voodoo culture.

The second oldest continuously operating bar in Louisiana.

A treasure trove of rare and exquisitely detailed antiques

A 200-year-old building in the French Quarter that was to be Napoleon's home in the New World.

A 200-year-old bar in the historic French Quarter refuses to give up its place in history, nor its role in securing ours.

The only rotating bar in New Orleans has been slowly spinning since 1949.

The South's nickname was supposedly born at a former bank in New Orleans' French Quarter.

The beautiful, fruit-covered facade hints at this building's former life.

A huge teapot illuminates a home for the elderly.

No one’s quite sure why there's a metal megaphone bolted on two rocks in the middle of the Mojave Desert.

Chicago was once a major hub of film production, but being silent film you don’t hear much about it.