The prettiest place in Paris


There’s an old cherry tree in the Jardin des Plantes, stubby and gnarly like an old woman with its branches reaching all the way down to the ground. For a few weeks it blooms in the Spring. If I were 16 again I would skip class to go there and kiss boys and have not a care in the world.


3 Responses to “The prettiest place in Paris”
  1. Ammo says:

    Kissing boys sounds potentially very stressful to me :)

  2. bbonthebrink says:

    Oh I know that tree. Wonderful.

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