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An der Muenze

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A: Rathaus Am Markt

by Igor Marx, 40 meters away

Rathaus Am Markt

B: Lueneburg Marktplatz Rathaus

by Volker Uhl, 60 meters away

Lueneburg Marktplatz Rathaus

C: Am Ochsenmarkt

by Igor Marx, 90 meters away

Am Ochsenmarkt

D: Am Markt

by Igor Marx, 100 meters away

Am Markt

E: An der Brodbaenken

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An der Brodbaenken

F: Die Alte Raths Apotheke

by Igor Marx, 130 meters away

Die Alte Raths Apotheke

G: Lueneburg Ratsapotheke

by Volker Uhl, 150 meters away

Lueneburg Ratsapotheke

H: Kleine Baeckerstrasse

by Igor Marx, 190 meters away

Kleine Baeckerstrasse

I: Koltmannstrasse

by Igor Marx, 210 meters away


J: Lueneburg Rosenstrasse

by Volker Uhl, 210 meters away

Lueneburg Rosenstrasse

This panorama was taken in Luneburg, Germany

This is an overview of 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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