Sparkling with joie de vivre and activity, Paris is perceived in summer. In autumn and winter, on the other hand, the city often looks a bit gray and the built environment looks more dominant, as the flaneurs become rarer. This impression is even more striking when you walk through the city on a cold and wet Sunday morning in late autumn. The morbid charm that is sometimes attributed to Venice in this season, is to be guessed in a French variant a little in Paris. Exactly this mood I have tried to capture in the following pictures: A resting phase of this fascinating metropolis, which will enchant again in the spring with joie de vivre.