I don't know what this sign says or what it's for. It stands next to a house that doesn't seem to be a business of any sort. I'm tempted to drag Sean down there with his Chinese dictionary and have him translate it, though there is part of me that likes the weird mystery of it. It's probably an herbalist or acupuncturist or something routine like that, but it's fun to pretend it's something more magical or sinister.

It makes me think about taking down my own sign–the obvious one with my name and business hung in the front window–and building a stranger, more elaborate one that sits in my front yard, confusing everyone who passes.