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The Klostermarkt of Plauen/Vogtland
Plauen is a town in the district Vogtlandkreis, in Saxony, Germany.
At the same time, it is the largest city in the Saxon Vogtland
and the fifth largest city in the Free State.
Plauen had its first documentary mention in 1122.
In the Middle Ages, the city became a trading center,
from the 18th century an important location of the Saxon fabric and textile industry,
which was accompanied by a considerable increase in population.
From the 1920s, the industrial structure of the city was more strongly influenced
by manufacturing in mechanical engineering.
Plauen was hit hard by bombing raids in 1945, but mostly rebuilt.
Landmarks of the city are the Old Town Hall with its Renaissance gable
and the art clock as well as the St. John's Church.
With the Friedensbrücke, Plauen is home to one of the largest
stone bridge arches in the world and the Elster Viaduct, the second l
argest brick bridge in the world, on the northeastern outskirts of the city.
Quelle: https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plauen
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.
