One of my personal pilgrimage sites is Brookgreen Gardens, to which I drag various family members during my annual sojourn.
It is a vast sculpture garden — a Museum, in truth: a temple to the Muses. I’ve often thought the site would serve well as a Pagan temple, due to its many deity-images and the devotion of its garden-tenders. Sculpture gardens often inspire religious feelings in me for this purpose, and I think the Kindreds enjoy them as well. Why not inhabit a gold statue of Dionysus, flanked by panthers? How different is that from ancient temples?
But rather than words, let me offer some pictures: