I painted this one standing at the edge of the waterfront esplenade. Restaurants and shops line the walkway.
      People talked to me every day. Most wanted to know how long it took to paint a painting. Many wanted to know where the nearest restrooms were.
      A large family of Russian immigrants stopped one day. One of the adult men asked how long it took to finish a painting. I told him a month or so. Then the elder papa continued the questioning, but he only spoke Russian, so one of his sons, I assume, translated. He went right down the line: How many paintings each month, how many hours each day, how many days a week do I work, what is the gallery commission, etc. When it appeared to him that I actually worked for a living, he nodded his approval and the family went happily on.