Paris at dawn. A sea of zinc and small, immutable chimneys.

In a moment, the city's eleven million souls will slip out of bed, get dressed, kiss each other goodbye, still drowsy, and head out, running, tracing as many paths as they have possibilities.

Where are they going? What are they looking for? What drives them?

Sixty years after Chris Marker and Pierre Lhomme's Joli Mai, let's ask ourselves once again what Paris is like on a day in May...