Pargi (Park)
Park, next to Sanatooriumi. Street crossing Põllu!
Pärja (Pärg)
Wreath, garland, or chaplet. Two streets, same name: one, extant, in Pääsküla, known until 1925 as Шаховская чл, probably after Prince Sergey Vladimirovich Shakhovskoy (1852-1894), governor-general of Estonia from 1885 to 1894, chairman of the committee in charge of building the Alexander Nevsky Cathedral and patron of the Pühtitsa Convent (Kuremäe Jumalaema Uinumise nunnaklooster), 40 km WSW of Narva. Known also, temporarily (1940-1941) as Jänese (hare), but definitively Pärja (Kranzstraße, Ger., and Венковая ул., Rus.) from 1926; the other, in Pelgulinn, was paved and baptised (with a nice font for the typeface) in 1930 but recognised the folly of its ways and converted to its synonym Vaniku, with a bit of arm-twisting, in 1959. There are Dark Hints suggesting that the former ceded part of its length to Tammepärja in 1989.
Parmu (Parm)
Horsefly, gadfly, Tabanidae. Largest of the true flies, major pollinators but nasty biters. Estonia is home to 1% of the world’s 3000-odd species. Part of an insect street-name group. See also Sipelga.
Pärnade (Pärnad [pl.])
Aka (Sing.) harilik pärn, small-leaved lime, little-leaf linden or greenspire linden, Tilia cordata. Its fragrant flowers are very popular with bees and makers of herbal tea. The bottom layers of bast used to be used for mats, cord, and viisud, peasant shoes/slippers made from bast (which sometimes only lasted a day or so), hence one of its other names: niinepuu, lit. bast tree. The oldest lime tree in Tallinn (if its grandson is to be trusted) is believed to be the one near Niguliste, known as Kelchi pärn after the church’s almost pastor and early historian of Livonia Christian Kelch (1657-1710) who reputedly died of the plague and was buried beside selfsame tree shortly before employment but well after completion of Liefländische Historia, oder kurtze Beschreibung der Denkwürdigsten Kriegs- und Friedens-Geschichte Esth- Lief- und Lettlandes [...] biss auffs 1690 Jahr (1695), a chronicle which mysteriously sold fewer copies than Barbara Cartland’s rather predictable Revenge of the Heart (1984) and only goes to show there’s no accounting for taste.