Passed over the Pont des Arts today, a bridge sagging from tens of thousands of padlocks, left by lovers, a recent trend here in Paris.  So while I’m taking this picture, a man falls off a tour boat under us in the Seine, a police boat hurries towards him sirens blaring, two rescue guys dive headfirst into the chilly waters filmlike no wetsuits, the skipper tosses in a floating stretcher, they load in the drowning man up a chute for just that purpose, and the boat takes off with the rescuers half in the water.  All in a flash, as if in a dream.  Forgive me if I can’t seem to make a music connection to all this…

But earlier that day…
   
A book featuring the photos of Robert Doisneau, a Matisse I’ve never seen (Woman with Mandolin) at the Musée de l’Orangerie, and an etched glass bass player at a cafe along the Rue Voltaire.