A giant concrete orb in far north Iceland marks the ever-shifting boundary.

This museum dedicated to divination also honors a local 10th-century prophetess.

Rising from the sea like a stone monster.

Staves, storm-calling, and of course, necropants.

Iceland's tribute to its thankless civil servants.

This tiny museum's sizable collection is jammed into a former underground public toilet.

This network of conjoined cellars was riddled with traps and supposedly allowed the townspeople to pretend their homes were deserted.

Underneath this small church are 15,000 bones, arranged by an obsessive academic.

Artfully arranged bones of 5,800 Austrians.