The magic tree and a pilgrimage site for the faithful.
The story goes that a monk from the nearby monastery knelt under this tree to pray and rest and 200 years later he returned to the monastery. There is a rock under the tree with the monk’s deep knee prints.
People leave bits of themselves and basically make a wish. I had one of my allergy pills with me which I tucked snug into the bark of the tree and wished for relief.
I’m perfectly fine now, it’s for later. I’ll let you know how it works out.