Moulin means Windmill, and at one time over thirty windmills dotted the hill of Montmartre with their graceful arms circling overhead.
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|
|The restaurant today on Rue Lepic|