Two more pictures by Michael Kenna. (See previous entry for more discussion.)
The bridge is the Pont des Arts in Paris, an iron cobweb spanning the Seine and offering early in the morning or just as the sun is going down a perfect observatory from which to watch the slow swim of the river and feel the narcotic languor of a city so unearthly in its loveliness that you spit to reassure yourself that you're real.
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