My favorite tree is the oldest tree in Paris in Square René‑Viviani, across from Notre‑Dame.
There is also a very ancient well head there.
This picture was taken in Parc Montsouris (mouse, think Jacques, think A Curious Confluence).
It's a kaki tree - persimmon.
Biggest persimmon tree I have ever seen.
Actually, I had seen very few persimmon trees before I saw this one and they were all in Paris and all were smaller.
I had never been to Arkansas.
It joins with the fig tree that used to be in an alcove off Avenue Rapp, as "a big tree for what its fruit is".
I guess it got too big.
They cut it down.
I don't know who "they" were, but I have always had a bone to pick with them.
Before they cut it down it had an amazing number of figs.
Maybe since it was so big nobody could get up there and pick them.
But hey - it was Paris - surely somebody could have.
What is unnerving is that it is gone.
Kinda went the way of the artichokes.
But that's a parallel story.
I guess.
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