I often had the feeling (on looking at Canaletto paintings in Warsaw National Museum many years ago) that I would dearly like to pass through the open doors or climb into windows and truly sense the world inside; a world which of course was long, long past.
I often had the feeling (on looking at Canaletto paintings in Warsaw National Museum many years ago) that I would dearly like to pass through the open doors or climb into windows and truly sense the world inside; a world which of course was long, long past.
Thank you very much for this such poetic and such kind comment.
You are most welcome.