I spent most of my summers in Germany growing up. My grandparents frequently took me to Holland for my birthday, but one year we went to Nordfriesland, which is near the border of Denmark.
One thing that irked me about Denmark is that many of the houses had roof-tile siding, as if the roof melted over the second floor. It was unspeakably hideous.
So I got flashbacks when I ran into this house, near my favorite Dunn Brothers:
