Des photos du Moulin

It's interesting, because I'm beginning to think in French, so when I set out to write this I thought of what I wanted to say first in French, and then translated it into English. How exciting!

I only had a little time yesterday to wander around and take pictures, so these are the first of many more to come.
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My temporary bedroom! The window looks out onto a beautiful house of one of Napoleon's mother's descendants and a very old barn.


Absolutely incredible rows of poplars bordered one side of the road from the village to the Moulin. The sun reflects on the leaves and they look unreal.


I guess you could call this "downtown Linieres-Bouton," because it's where things are closest together. The building to the left of the car is where I'm living, and to the right is the Napoleon woman's house.

One side of the 'front yard' of the Moulin. Just beyond the bridge (not in the picture), the creek goes under the Moulin (mill, in French) which is where it turned the water wheel [which is now raised up into the dining room so it can be appreciated rather than rotting uselessly in the water].

The front of the Moulin!


The water wheel.
The back of the Moulin. The part that's mostly windows is the kitchen. It's nice and sunny but heats up quickly, especially when the gas stove is on and the sun is shining in.


Poppies! They grow naturally around here.

I think this is where the flour was ground.

More later!