A small part of a large cemetery. End of fall. It has just rained. Black trees, a few leaves are still attached, other leaves litter the ground. A gravel driveway. A bench whose painting flakes. A man advances in the aisle, leaves the aisle, goes to a grave, reads what is written on the tombstone, stays there and looks at the stone, goes to another tomb, also reads this Who is written on the tombstone, remains for a moment to look at it, then joins the aisle and will sit on the bench.—Arche-Editeur