What grows on trees? (updated with pix))

I’ve noticed that some young men have absolutely glorious thumbnails.  I haven’t seen the rest of their hands – most of the time that I’ve seen the nail, the young man has his hand curled, or I’m just passing by and can’t stare. 

Sometimes the young man will have polish on that nail. This morning, the perfectly shaped nail was iridescent green. The length, texture and shape would have made any young woman in New York jealous. If I were to aspire to long nails, I certainly would have coveted it.

I've got a few images to add to this post.  Not of men’s nails, don’t worry.  Yesterday I walked by some street hawkers that had strung their fish from a tree. They were shaded from the sun, there was a breeze. It made sense, and looked bizarre at the same time.  

The other one had a Santa Clause climbing on a rope ladder on the side of Hotel Timor (the fanciest hotel in Dili). It was just plain strange.

And, speaking of trees, I noticed starfruit on the ground of my hotel courtyard on Sunday.  I looked up (waaaayyyy up, for Friendly Giant fans) and saw fruit on the tree. Huh.  I didn’t expect that.  I wish I had Anita’s vocabulary for describing plants, and will have to do my best.   The tree is about 25-30 feet high, and has waxy leaves that are opposite and grown on a single plane (not all around the branch).  The leaves are half as long as my hand and half as wide as they are long. I honestly don’t remember where the fruit is placed, other than it’s not at the end of a twig.