Rinteln, Gedenkstein für Turnvater Jahn
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Rinteln, Gedenkstein für Turnvater Jahn

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Images à proximité de Germany


A: Stadtpark Rinteln Teichanlage

Par Jürgen Reinecke, à 30 mètres

Stadtpark Rinteln Teichanlage

C: Half-timbered house

Par Burkhard Koerner, à 140 mètres

Half-timbered house

D: Rinteln, am Bismarckdenkmal

Par B. Hamann, à 170 mètres

Rinteln, am Bismarckdenkmal

E: Rintelner Marktplatz am Abend

Par Jürgen Reinecke, à 190 mètres

Der Rintelner Marktplatz am Abend . Alte Fachwerkhäuser im Licht

Rintelner Marktplatz am Abend

F: Prinzenhof

Par Burkhard Koerner, à 190 mètres


G: view from the St. Nicholas Church

Par Burkhard Koerner, à 240 mètres

view from the St. Nicholas Church

H: Weser bei Rinteln

Par Jürgen Reinecke, à 250 mètres

Weser bei Rinteln

I: Church of St. Nicholas

Par Burkhard Koerner, à 250 mètres

Church of St. Nicholas

J: Rinteln Buecke

Par Jürgen Reinecke, à 250 mètres

Rinteln Buecke

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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