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Imagens próximas em Luneburg


A: Am Markt

Por Igor Marx, 40 metros de distância

Am Markt

B: Am Ochsenmarkt

Por Igor Marx, 70 metros de distância

Am Ochsenmarkt

C: Lueneburg Marktplatz Rathaus

Por Volker Uhl, 70 metros de distância

Lueneburg Marktplatz Rathaus

D: Koltmannstrasse

Por Igor Marx, 90 metros de distância


E: Rathaus Am Markt

Por Igor Marx, 90 metros de distância

Rathaus Am Markt

F: Lueneburg Rosenstrasse

Por Volker Uhl, 90 metros de distância

Lueneburg Rosenstrasse

G: An der Muenze

Por Igor Marx, 130 metros de distância

An der Muenze

H: Lueneburg Hinterhof Rotehahnstrasse

Por Volker Uhl, 140 metros de distância

Lueneburg Hinterhof Rotehahnstrasse

I: Die Alte Raths Apotheke

Por Igor Marx, 160 metros de distância

Die Alte Raths Apotheke

J: Lueneburg Ratsapotheke

Por Volker Uhl, 170 metros de distância

Lueneburg Ratsapotheke

Esta panorâmica foi tirada em Luneburg, Germany

Esta é uma visão geral 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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