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This statue is dedicated to the animal cosmonauts that perished during space flight experiments.

This charming Latvian lane doubled as Baker Street on the Soviet Union’s version of Sherlock Holmes.

The reconstruction of this prominent building fulfilled a long-written command.

A preserved oak tree about 3,500 years old found in Riga, Latvia.

Latvia's symbolic mountain-shaped national library is home to millions of cultural tomes.

The oldest housing complex in Riga is a mini timeline of architectural trends.

A former Latvian headquarters of the brutal KGB secret police is now open as a grim reminder of their atrocities.

Rub it for a bit of good luck.

A miraculous three-handed portrait of a saint can be found inside this church.

A 15-foot-tall statue of the head of the Sopranos family greets passengers at a train station in southeastern Lithuania.

A 300-kilogram egg sculpture that embodied a neighborhood revival.

The largest coin pyramid in the world is a carefully balanced stack of over 1,000,000 pieces.

An abandoned masterpiece of Soviet Brutalist architecture.

Lithuania's outdoor sculpture trail of wooden folk art.

An old hill fort covered in over 100,000 crosses is a symbol of Lithuanian nationalism and beliefs.

This statue celebrating everyday life in Dublin has a few unsavory nicknames.

A strange egg in a mucky bog of western Ireland marks the spot of an aviation milestone.

Dublin's most modern, visually spectacular bridge is modeled after Ireland's national emblem.

Oliver Cromwell once seized the land under this house, which included the ruins of a medieval abbey that the owner used to build his stately home.

A particularly disconcerting tribute to Irish martyrs.

After it was swallowed by a Georgian mansion, this medieval castle remained forgotten for centuries.

Some of the saint's blood and bones are said to reside in Dublin.

A devastating booze inferno poured through the streets, claiming several victims who drank it.

This neon landmark has been posing this deadpan question to follicly-challenged Dubliners for over 50 years.