The ticketed equivalent of a meme, Ripley’s is well-maintained and clean, but it’s too expensive for the hour-long diversion it delivers. Mostly it consists of optical illusions, vaguely ominous specimens from foreign cultures, panels from the old Ripley’s comic (does anyone under 60 even remember those?), and the odd coin-operated device. There are too many signs and fewer artifacts than you’ll be expecting, unless you count a portrait of Beyoncé made out of candy. The main warehouse that stocks all of Ripley’s attractions worldwide is located nearby (but sadly, you can’t tour it). Don’t set foot in it without harvesting coupons from any tourist brochure.