by the beautiful, blue, whatever

Passau, where I'm now working, is exceptionally picturesque.  Tom was visiting for the first time today, and so I gestured poetically from an ivory stone bridge, praising the clear, blue, beautiful Danube.

T pointed out I was actually looking at the River Inn, famous for its murky waters, in comparison to the Danube which is the other side of the town.  What-eva.