Today, two windmills remain, the Moulin Radet and the Moulin Blute-Fin, both on the same hill near Rue Lepic.
When I visited Paris in 2011, I could not stop taking pictures of these statuesque antiques. I consider these monuments as iconic as the Eiffel Tower.
Montmartre was home to several 19th century artists, and many captured the moulins in their paintings. I particularly enjoy those of Van Gogh (all photos taken from wikipedia) :
|The Hill of Montmartre|
|Moulin de Blute-Fin|
|Moulin de la Galette|
Of course my absolute favorite painting, and one that features prominently in my novel, is Renoir's Bal du Moulin de la Galette. Each Sunday the restaurant would sponsor a dance for the neighborhood. It was a joyous occasion for all to relax and socialize with one another. I cannot help but smile every time I gaze upon this masterpiece
|Renoir's Moulin de la Galette|
I was so taken by this painting that I vowed to have Sunday lunch at this famous landmark. I requested a patio seat, so I could imagine being a part of the outdoor party. I ordered a typical French meal of troute almondine aver haricots verts. I even splurged on a decadent raspberry napoleon. I carried on a conversation with the woman seated next to me. She even complimented me on my French. It was a very special afternoon.
|The restaurant today on Rue Lepic|