One of the pleasures of small towns in the eastern USA is the prevalence of alleyways. Riding in town can be very predictable, but an alley always offer the possibility of discovering something new. You can’t really be sure what you’ll see next.
Here, for instance, is an otherwise hidden cupola:
I admit to a fondness for old wooden garages, too. This one is rather plain, but has a wonderful gate (perhaps hiding a secret garden?). The urn on the corner of the wall is an excellent touch, too.
Alleys are another world, all their own, and not one most of us are likely to explore by car.