Wiesbaden Bergkirche
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Wiesbaden Bergkirche

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Nearby images in Germany


A: Wiesbaden Kochbrunnenpavillon

by Thomas Schwarz, 160 meters away

Wiesbaden Kochbrunnenpavillon

B: Central Park Wiesbaden 2

by Allan De Leon, 300 meters away

Central Park Wiesbaden 2

C: Cuckoo Clock

by Allan De Leon, 420 meters away

Cuckoo Clock

D: Biggest Cuckoo Clock

by Allan De Leon, 430 meters away

Biggest Cuckoo Clock


by Allan De Leon, 480 meters away


F: Marktkirche

by Allan De Leon, 510 meters away


G: Wiesbaden Arcade

by Thomas Schwarz, 520 meters away

Wiesbaden Arcade

H: Kurhaus Icy Fountain

by Mark Weber, 530 meters away

Kurhaus Icy Fountain

I: Wiesbaden Marketplace

by Timo Weis, 540 meters away

Wiesbaden Marketplace

J: Sternschnuppenmarkt

by Thomas Schwarz, 540 meters away


This panorama was taken in 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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