There is this big window in the living room that faces, from left to right, the original veranda from the fifties with its teal venetian blinds, the backyard with its ancient rose bush, its infesting mint bush, the endless jasmine and generic hedges, the thriving persimmon tree, some bay bushes, many other aromatic bushes, a little tree whose blossoms look like peach tree blossoms, except that it is not a peach tree.