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An der Brodbaenken

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Images à proximité de Luneburg

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A: Am Markt

Par Igor Marx, à 40 mètres

Am Markt

B: Am Ochsenmarkt

Par Igor Marx, à 70 mètres

Am Ochsenmarkt

C: Lueneburg Marktplatz Rathaus

Par Volker Uhl, à 70 mètres

Lueneburg Marktplatz Rathaus

D: Koltmannstrasse

Par Igor Marx, à 90 mètres

Koltmannstrasse

E: Rathaus Am Markt

Par Igor Marx, à 90 mètres

Rathaus Am Markt

F: Lueneburg Rosenstrasse

Par Volker Uhl, à 90 mètres

Lueneburg Rosenstrasse

G: An der Muenze

Par Igor Marx, à 130 mètres

An der Muenze

H: Lueneburg Hinterhof Rotehahnstrasse

Par Volker Uhl, à 140 mètres

Lueneburg Hinterhof Rotehahnstrasse

I: Die Alte Raths Apotheke

Par Igor Marx, à 160 mètres

Die Alte Raths Apotheke

J: Lueneburg Ratsapotheke

Par Volker Uhl, à 170 mètres

Lueneburg Ratsapotheke

Ce panorama é été pris à Luneburg, 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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