Vincent Dieutre returns to wander through an unfamiliar city, following paths that fork through clearings, ponds, and tree-lined avenues. Like a moving diary, fleeting encounters, reflections on the water, and voice-overs seem to weave together desire, memory, and loss. A wide-eyed flânerie in which every moment seems to hold a fragment of cinema already seen or dreamed, evoking the sentimental geometries of beloved filmmakers. Between intimate confession and sensory drift, Dieutre transforms the landscape into an emotional archive: past lovers reemerge like ghosts among the trees, while the present dissolves into a continuous overlapping of times. The film, suspended between documentary and autofiction, extends the director’s autobiographical work, adding a new chapter in which the director’s body, the city, and cinema itself merge. It is a journey with no apparent destination, where the act of walking becomes a creative act and a form of survival.