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Panorama's in de omgeving van Germany


A: Wiesbaden Marketplace

door Timo Weis, 30 hier vandaan

Wiesbaden Marketplace

B: Marktkirche

door Allan De Leon, 40 hier vandaan


C: Marktplatz

door Allan De Leon, 100 hier vandaan


D: Dernsches Gelaende Twilight

door Thomas Schwarz, 100 hier vandaan

Dernsches Gelaende Twilight

E: Wiesbaden Marktplatz

door Thomas Schwarz, 100 hier vandaan

Wiesbaden Marktplatz

F: Marktplatz Wiesbaden

door Allan De Leon, 120 hier vandaan

Marktplatz Wiesbaden

G: Cuckoo Clock

door Allan De Leon, 180 hier vandaan

Cuckoo Clock

H: Biggest Cuckoo Clock

door Allan De Leon, 180 hier vandaan

Biggest Cuckoo Clock

I: Wiesbaden Arcade

door Thomas Schwarz, 210 hier vandaan

Wiesbaden Arcade


door Allan De Leon, 240 hier vandaan


Dit panorama is genomen in Germany

Dit is een overzicht van 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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