When I think of Baltimore, I think of rowhouses.

Rowhouses are the basic building blocks of Baltimore—its architectural DNA, so to speak.

Corner rowhouses fascinate me because so many refuse to stay one thing. One might become a church, a bar, a corner store—each new use adding to the building's story while its basic form endures.

Here, you can see a rowhouse that was once used as an advertising space for Gold Medal Flour.

Plenty more have become liquor stores, convenience stores, and smoke shops.

Some have even become churches.

I’m very partial to this corner rowhouse that has transformed into a halal market…

…and this one, which was once an auto supply store…

…and this one, which catered to a very specific demographic.

Every once in a while, you’ll even see a rowhouse-turned-strip club.

Yes, there really is a corner rowhouse for every occasion…

…even thinly-veiled political commentary.

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