Passau is a small town at the confluence of three rivers (well, 2.5 according to our tour guide, but 3 sounds better). The guide was again fantastic, full of humorous stories – somehow, she was in love with the bishop of the town. Again, as on our previous tour, she set us free to run around on our own after we learned the basic stories of the town. On the tour, we saw the little river that comes down from the mountains filled, with glacial flour (very fine sediment that reflects light, so the water looks turquoise).
And a baroque church, with onion shaped domes on top, reminiscent of Russian churches (copied, we were informed, not because the Russians took over the town at any time.)



The church here had big differences from the Gothic church yesterday.
The colors on the houses indicate the wealth of the residents. More intense colors are more expensive, in part because the paint came all the way from Italy. But to my eye, the house colors are all still pastels.

The most. Interesting stories were about the floods, most recently in 2013. Our guide told us how stubborn the German people are: when the flooding seemed most dangerous, they decided more firmly to stay.
Then they spent the next few years cleaning up the mess of the flooding.
When we got back on the boat, we floated to the confluence of the two larger rivers.

Now the Danube is a slightly different color than before!
The rest of the afternoon we were on the border between Germany and Austria. They looked similar on both sides! As always, political boundaries are just human imagination.



Einstein was the only one (we noticed) that has a signature instead of block letters for his name.
Women were holding up the ceiling.

















