An Old Mill (Lifestyle)
All roads lead to something, but sometimes while traveling, quite unexpectedly, you might find an interesting venue, which turns out to be much more exciting than your final destination. This is what happened to me last weekend.
It seems that in the middle of nowhere (that’s central Europe I’m talking about) there’s an old mill, hiding great treasures. Built in the 19th century the building has lost its original purpose, yet its thick 2 meter wide walls now house a very special gallery run by an artist who likes to paint and to carve wood.
I love old buildings, even though there’s always a risk that they may be haunted. (By the way, after this trip I searched for some more information about the mill and found out that there’s a story about a peasant who refused to obey and was left somewhere in between the walls! All I can say is that on a sunny day everything seemed very calm and inviting.)
I never had a chance to ask the owner of the mill about the local ghosts, but judging by the number of paintings he has managed to produce through out the years, I don’t think anything’s bothering him. His loft was absolutely full of bright paintings depicting real and fantasy landscapes, people and animals, religious scenes and still-lives.
I guess it’s not that hard to find inspiration when you’re surrounded by beautiful nature and old rustic barns (my heart’s always been in the country), when you have a few ponds and a river right at your doorstep, when the sun is shining and casting that perfect light… I know that I could be very happy there.
P.S. The owner of the mill seemed to think that a brighter person would have turned the building into a restaurant. This might sound cruel, but I’m pleased he wasn’t bright enough!