While watching Sans Soleil yesterday, I was thinking about Japan, about Olivier and their work full of poetry about streets of Tokyo, and about this moment where life serendipity leads some paths to cross each other’s.

I had just delighfully got lost in the Arakawa area, and followed my footsteps toward this improbable footbridge that would allow me to reach the beautiful Yanaka Cemetary.

The rest is a moment of mechanical poetry…