Based on my consumption habits, only two plants can compete for the title of my favourite plant: the tobacco plant and papyrus. Although most of the books that I read now haven’t been made out of papyrus anymore, I still hold this plant in high esteem for its contribution to literature (and more mundane documents).
Close to Syracuse in Sicily there are these wild papyrus bushes along the river Ciane.
Hardly anyone would ever find this far-off place. I was only in the area because I spent the night on an orange and lemon plantation close by. The next morning, the river was still covered in fog.
The river Ciane, which has its source here, is named after the nymph Kyane. She tried to prevent Hades’ abduction of Persephone, but failed and dissolved in tears. Those tears still feed the source of this river.
You can also see the papyrus growing in the city of Syracuse itself: