(Read the next post first …) While I was on the boat, I realized that I didn't want to toss my father into the water; that the perfect place for him would be the Jardin des Plantes, where the Natural History Museum is, the whole place a tribute, a shrine, to biology and science in general. And where better than my favourite tree? By some miracle, for a few minutes, there was no one around. I buried my father's remains at the base of the tree and said, Dad, I love you, honour you and thank you.
And then I left.
Now I know where to find him.
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