If this isn’t the Garden of Eden, please don’t tell me.
I spent more than two hours strolling through the Jardin Botanique in Deshaies, Guadeloupe, today. It displays hundreds of different species of tropical plants from Malaysia, China, Madagascar, Brazil, Africa, India and other exotic places. A pathway ambles through the grounds, guiding visitors among flowering plants, trees and shrubs. A waterfall pours beneath the restaurant and becomes a stream that rushes past ferns and philodendrons.
The property once belonged to a comedian named Coluche. Then it passed into the hands of a gentleman named Gaillard. He oversaw its early development and transformed the seven hectares of a defunct nursery into a botanical wonderland.
The garden offers more quantity than quality. The sheer number of specimens reminds me of an instructor at Gwinnett Tech who referred once to the Atlanta Botanical Garden as a plant zoo. At the Jardin Botanique there may be three dozen of one plant followed by three dozen of another, and the pattern is repeated around the next curve in the path. Probably more thought went into the design of the parrot houses than in the design and placement of the plants. Yet Adam and Eve would have appreciated, as I did, the peace and tranquility of the lush greenery and the fragrance of plumeria in the air.