Wiesbaden Sankt Bonifatius
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Wiesbaden Sankt Bonifatius

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Nearby images in Germany


A: Luisenplatz

by Allan De Leon, 90 meters away


B: Cenral Park Wiesbaden

by Allan De Leon, 170 meters away

Cenral Park Wiesbaden

C: At the Bar

by Allan De Leon, 230 meters away

At the Bar

D: Riesenrad Kirchgasse

by Mark Weber, 230 meters away

Riesenrad Kirchgasse

E: Central Park Wiesbaden 3

by Allan De Leon, 240 meters away

Central Park Wiesbaden 3

F: Inside 108

by Allan De Leon, 240 meters away

Inside 108

G: Crowne P H

by Allan De Leon, 250 meters away

Crowne P H

H: Marktplatz

by Allan De Leon, 290 meters away


I: Wiesbaden Marktplatz

by Thomas Schwarz, 300 meters away

Wiesbaden Marktplatz

J: Wiesbaden Marketplace

by Timo Weis, 320 meters away

Wiesbaden Marketplace

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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