Our house is in a weird neighborhood. It's on a divided boulevard with nice, big houses all built in the 1940s. We live at the end of the big houses, though. The last block of the boulevard wasn't developed at the same time. The remaining block consists of fairly well maintained, smaller houses. However, a decent proportion of them are of the "park on the lawn" rent-house variety. Other than parking on the lawn, they're ok.
However, one of the houses got repainted a few months ago. It's a horrible green color. I looked at it and said to my wife, "Well, there goes our property value." But, if you want a green house, go for it. I'm the one dumb enough to be your neighbor. Given free reign, my wife would probably paint our house purple.
Also, across the alley are houses and businesses on what used to be the main road into town from the south 60 or 70 years ago. It's easy enough to give directions: "You know where the Palm Reader is? Yeah, well, we're pretty much right behind them." My wife didn't even want to look at the houses around here until she saw them. It's a strange oasis of nice amongst the crud.