Should you pass the shrine on Avenue de Brassine, Notre-Dame de la Justice, pause and look for a sport. Not tennis, cricket or somesuch, but a plant sport. A holly branch drained of colour, chlorophyll absent, ghostly white.
The parent plant, a holly of some age, is providing all of its nutrients, it couldn’t survive propagation. But it is beautiful.
We see nature experimenting; success is rare but persistence tells. Evolution at work alongside belief, place and history.