I think that this part of Boston should be renamed Odd-ston on account of the fact that the buildings here feature some incredibly strange things.  And of course because a man surgically Dumpster dives in front of my house every morning and evening.  I know, because when I get up at 5 to ski, he’s already been out there for a while.

Odd.

Well, anyway, I do sincerely love Allston.  It has a crooked charm that really makes for a pleasant living experience.

So, let’s take a lot at its many oddities, but this time by night:

First up, an acupuncture place that tells the truth:

Next, reptiles.  Neon reptiles:

Dueling Guys Fawkes masks.  At a barber shops:

And lastly this.  If someone could please tell me if this sign has anything at all to do with ravioli, I’d really appreciate it: