Every street an easel,
Every wall a canvas.
An artist's imagination,
So profound, so vast.

***

She was amazed at the beauty of what she saw.

So much joy, so much pain, so much anger, so much contentment, and everything just lines and colours.

She could do it with words, yes, but with pictures?

Oh, how she admired those who handled the brush, those who added the strokes.

The paintings on the walls were full of meaning, waiting to be deciphered. She read through them all, pictures turning to poetry in her head, as the guide led her group through narrow alleyways and past closed doors. She didn't talk much, but nothing escaped her camera as she looked around, eyes full of wonder. She wanted to capture every thought, every emotion behind every drop of paint.

She truly loved admiring works of art.