Not far from the ideal park with its ideal benches, there was also an ideal forest. A forest in the city, within walking distance from the centre, a green place with various trees whose names I did not know. I knew however how to walk among them, to stop at every clearing and to observe in the fall the mushrooms that looked like giant sponges. The park might have felt like home but the forest was beautiful as well. It had the grandeur of the wild.