The House With A Big Red Shoe

I'm guessing it was once the home of a shoemaker.  Or the house of someone with a shoe fetish.  There is no way of knowing.

It's on a rather unlovely street in Wiesbaden (Platz der Deutschen Einheit/Bleich Straße) and it's one of those places I like to get away from.

I would have told you about my day but it's much too hot to do more than blip.