Kirms Krackow House
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全景摄影师 Heiner Straesser - PRO EXPERT MAESTRO 日期和时间 12:00, 11/05/2008 - Views loading...


Kirms Krackow House

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Courtyard of the Kirms-Krackow-House. Historical town house of the time of Goethe. More panoramas at

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A: Garden of the Kirms-Krackow-House

摄影师Heiner Straesser -, 距离此处30远

Garden of the Kirms-Krackow-House


摄影师Igor Marx, 距离此处180远


摄影师Igor Marx, 距离此处270远

D: Market Square

摄影师Heiner Straesser -, 距离此处270远

A sunny day in spring. Central market square in the historic city of Weimar.

Market Square

E: Weimar Marketplace

摄影师Clemens Scharmann, 距离此处270远

Weimar Marketplace


摄影师Igor Marx, 距离此处340远

G: Maskenmobil

摄影师Mike Weidner -, 距离此处510远

moloko catering mask-mobile to rent.


J: Belvedere Palace

摄影师Frank Coburger, 距离此全景3.9

View from the entry of the Belvedere Palace near Weimar. It was build as a summer residence for Ernst...

Belvedere Palace



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.