Not so much with places, but sometimes when I pick up an object and hold it and look at it I feel...something. More like a connection with the person who had held it so many years ago, or played with it, or what they felt when they realised they'd lost it. I found a mousterian point in a field in Syria once, just walking along, and discovered that it was likely made by Neandertals. I still have it and I still marvel that a hand so different than mine made it and used it - it makes the intervening time seem real and solid somehow. It's all very airy-fairy though, the practical part of my brain laughs at me but I expect that most archaeologists feel it in some way or other! It's not spooky, but it does make you very aware of how small and unimportant you are in the span of time.