This man was running on a bridge, but pas n'importe quel bridge: the initial scene of the last Tango in Paris bridge, near l'ile aux Cygnes. L'île aux cygnes is one of my favorite place in Paris, in the late afternoon. Few people, the grass grows wild, it's narrow, old women play crosswords on a bench. Right now we just had a tropical rain; tropical like the magnificent Short Film About The Indio National by Raya Martin, heavy like history...