In a small town in northern Burgundy, France, there is a sequoia, it is said to the children that it was planted Napoleon's time, that his age is very well known anymore , two hundred or three hundred years old. Sometimes one still adds a story, we no longer know very well
From my window, I saw this big huge tree, to three hundred meters approximately crow flies. He was in a gated property, so I had never been at the foot of that tree, yet regularly passing nearby. I watched from the window, by far

The sequoia is now in a public garden, accesible
Very recently I went to finally see it, touch it, feel it, and kiss
Without being particularly globetrotter, I moved 15 times since that time
My sequoia has not changed since 151 years