After the ark ran aground, the Noachic diaspora commenced. One such descendant, a great-grandson, via Troy and Merovingian invention, gave name to a short, bendy drive in the Forest.
I never noticed that this was not Sint-Francisdreef/Drève de St. Francis, just assumed so, in the same vein of other religious figures, like St. Cornelius.
It is named after the legendary first King of the Franks, Francus, now mirrored by insignificance of place name.
Hardly a celebration, but there regardless. This was Merovingian territory, they hunted here, the resources fuelled their world. Not far a lady laid buried before road excavation revealed her world.
Perhaps a nod, perhaps an echo, but named.
The Forest has witnessed so much, not just the touches of humanity. It is fitting that Francus is still remembered, etched into the nomenclature. No longer important but ever present.
Look to tomorrow, dwell in today, remember the voices of yesteryear. Janus.