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Wiesbaden Kochbrunnenpavillon

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Images à proximité de Germany


A: Wiesbaden Bergkirche

Par Thomas Schwarz, à 160 mètres

Wiesbaden Bergkirche

B: Central Park Wiesbaden 2

Par Allan De Leon, à 290 mètres

Central Park Wiesbaden 2

C: Cuckoo Clock

Par Allan De Leon, à 310 mètres

Cuckoo Clock

D: Biggest Cuckoo Clock

Par Allan De Leon, à 320 mètres

Biggest Cuckoo Clock

E: Kurhaus Icy Fountain

Par Mark Weber, à 370 mètres

Kurhaus Icy Fountain

F: Wiesbaden Arcade

Par Thomas Schwarz, à 390 mètres

Wiesbaden Arcade

G: Kurhaus Wiesbaden

Par Mark Weber, à 410 mètres

Kurhaus Wiesbaden

H: Casino

Par Allan De Leon, à 420 mètres


I: Marktkirche

Par Allan De Leon, à 430 mètres


J: Kurhaus Wiesbaden Weihnachtsstern

Par Mark Weber, à 450 mètres

Kurhaus Wiesbaden Weihnachtsstern

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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