Sunday morning … The rain gently falls from the gray sky when I walk the cobblestones at the largest cemetery in Paris. It is still early but I am not the only one. After 10 minutes walking I find the grave of The Doors frontman, half hidden behind ‘houses of the dead’. A young couple is leaning against the fence, the tomb is unfortunately turned off, softly listening to music from the Doors on their Iphone. They come from the USA … they respond when I ask them. I listen to LA Woman and shoot a number of photos from different angles … I walk on, between the graves through especially the last century. It is quiet, serene … gray on Sunday morning in Paris.