Paris, One Evening after the Rain

On my aikido test, Paris in the rain, and making room for the unimagineable

After the meeting at the Legat’s office, I had walked to Christian Tissier’s dojo, and emerged to the sun setting in Vincennes, a part of Paris nearly an hour away from my bed in Passy, near the cemetery that I can see from my flat, where Édouard Manet and Berthe Marisot are buried, Claude Debussy and Leila Pahlavi and Marcel Dassault, too. The light…