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Images à proximité de Germany

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A: Thielker 1

Par Ruediger Bartz, à 30 mètres

Thielker 1

B: Luisenplatz

Par Ruediger Bartz, à 130 mètres

Luisenplatz

C: Mittelstr

Par Ruediger Bartz, à 180 mètres

Mittelstr

D: Frinken

Par Ruediger Bartz, à 260 mètres

Frinken

E: Mittelstr./Engerserstr.

Par Ruediger Bartz, à 270 mètres

Mittelstr./Engerserstr.

F: Bruedergemeine

Par Ruediger Bartz, à 280 mètres

Bruedergemeine

G: Marktkirche

Par Ruediger Bartz, à 300 mètres

Marktkirche

H: St. Matthias Kirche

Par Ruediger Bartz, à 310 mètres

St. Matthias Kirche

I: Marktstr-Rheinstr

Par Ruediger Bartz, à 400 mètres

Marktstr-Rheinstr

J: Schaerjer Denkmal

Par Ruediger Bartz, à 410 mètres

Schaerjer Denkmal

Ce panorama é été pris à Germany

Ceci est un aperçu de Germany

Germany? Before the beginning there was Ginnungagap, an empty space of nothingness, filled with pure creative power. (Sort of like the inside of my head.)

And it ends with Ragnarok, the twilight of the Gods. In between is much fighting, betrayal and romance. Just as a good Godly story should be.

Heroes have their own graveyard called Valhalla. Unfortunately we cannot show you a panorama of it at this time, nor of the lovely Valkyries who are its escort service.

Hail Odin, wandering God wielding wisdom and wand! Hail Freya, hail Tyr, hail Thor!

Odin made the many lakes and the fish in them. In his traverses across the lands he caused there to be the Mulheim Bridge in Cologne, as did he make the Mercury fountain, Mercury being of his nature.

But it is to the mighty Thor that the Hammering Man gives service.

Between the time of the Nordic old ones and that of modern Frankfort there may have been a T.Rex or two on the scene. At least some mastodons for sure came through for lunch, then fell into tar pits to become fossils for us to find.

And there we must leave you, O my most pure and holy children.

Text by Steve Smith.

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