1000 words

I was thinking of stealing a painting. The motive captures such a large part of me. It would be nice to have it hanging on the wall.Only thing is it is in the museum of french impressionists from way back when.
You see, I can't paint.A picture says 1000 words.True?
If I could paint I'd paint the canal with barges,small boats and sailing ships as it has looked the past 100 years .
The incredible light between the houses and wharves and at the same time the forboding atmosphere of age and time gone by when you couldn't just take a bath when it suited you and your shoes wore the cobblestones all nicely polished and roundish. All sorts of different smells and scents from the bustling crowd along the waterway. Heavy long skirts almost dragging along the pavement;sweaty shirts and blouses; perfume and powder to cover-up the stench of sweat and body-odour; barrows and horse-carts;cars and traffic-lights;buses and petrol emissions;people hurrying to catch time; Mothers and Fathers with babies in prams and quite a few bicycles,jambling along.
I wish you could see the painting.