Anne Frank wrote in her diary: “Nearly every morning I go to the attic to blow the stuffy air out of my lungs, from my favorite spot on the floor I look up at the blue sky and the bare chestnut tree, on whose branches little raindrops shine, appearing like silver, and at the seagulls and other birds as they glide on the wind. As long as this exists, I thought, and I may live to see it, this sunshine, the cloudless skies, while this lasts I cannot be unhappy.”
August 23 this year, the tree, some 150 years old, was blown down by a storm.
This little garden, Jardin Anne-Frank, was opened in 2007 and a graft from the Amsterdam tree was planted. It’s still very modest in size, but the buds indicate that it will be in bloom the coming spring.
To find this well hidden garden, you must be lucky, know about it or possibly be bringing your kids or grandkids to a doll museum, which is immediate neighbour to the park.
Of course November is not the moment to show the garden in its best shape. Sorry. Part of the present garden used to be the gardens of a big 17th century mansion, Hôtel de Saint-Agnan, still there and which now is a museum of Judaism history and another 17th century mansion, Hôtel de Montmor, where Descartes (Cartesius), Molière and others were guests.
Once again, looking for some details, I found these roses (and – you have to look closely - even a bee which had not yet given up).