The Langlois Bridge at Arles with Road Alongside the Canal, 1888, Vincent van Gogh
Medium: oil on canvas
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The Langlois Bridge at Arles with Road Alongside the Canal, 1888, Vincent van Gogh
Medium: oil on canvas
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