Hey mes petits dreamers,

Today I discovered Le Moulin de la Galette, and that I should have listened more at school.

Visible from the rue Lepic, this windmill once served to grind wheat and flowers, squeeze the grapes…boring boring.

Fast forward to the period when the mill was transformed into cabaret and tavern that’s much more exciting.  A  social hot spot filled with workers, pimps, and artists…bohemian, in other words.  If it was still around today, I’m sure it would be my new locale.

I know this because when I stumbled across the Moulin de la Galette today, I remembered many moons ago when I was at school, I had studied a painting called the “Bal du Moulin de la Galette” by the famous Renoir (now in the Musée d’Orsay).

The scene in his painting takes place right here at the Moulin de la Galette and celebrates the holiday feeling and joy of living. It depicts many different people in motion dancing, laughing, drinking and is quite simply an expression of a simple, collective happiness.

For me, that’s what coming to Paris was all about. Getting lost and finding joy in all the small things – so I love the connection.

You might be wondering why I’m not writing about the Uber vs. Taxi war going on in Paris at the moment but, like the period during which Renoir painted “Bal du Moulin de la Galette,” when there was also more serious things going on in France Renoir chose to put aside the darker events of the time and opted for an iconography of happiness.  I guess I’m doing the same thing.

While Courtney Love is getting hijacked in her Uber, I’m checking out windmills. 😉

Still getting lost in the right direction.




I’m not used to so much attention.


  En route.


 Only in Paris.


 Le Moulin de la Galette.


Le courtyard.


 Peeping Tom.


 How much is that doggy in the window?


 Just kidding.


Life’s too short to blend in.

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Dream up!