Aachen - Frankenberger Viertel - Burg Frankenberg - Frankenburg - Kinderspielplatz

Das Panorama zeigt die Burg Frankenberg (Frankenburg) an der Straßenecke Bismarckstraße, Goffartstraße und Haßlerstraße in dem berühmten Frankenberger Viertel in Aachen, Deutschland. An der Straßenecke steht eine Litfaßsäule. Die Frankenburg ist umgeben von einem Park mit Kinderspielplatz, Baseball- und Fußballplatz und Treffpunkt von Jung und Alt. In der Bismarckstraße befindet sich ein Eiscafé, Restaurants, Kneipen, ein Biergarten, Supermärkte, ein Zeitschriftenladen und andere kleine Läden.

Copyright: Andreas Schniertshauer
Type: Spherical
Resolution: 7976x3988
Taken: 20/08/2011
Hochgeladen: 25/08/2011
Aktualisiert: 22/03/2015


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