this old windmill used to be the talk of paris, one of the most extravagant costs of the villagers in the town below. now, it is just a reminder of what once was. the man who ran it was said to have one day fallen and accidentally hung himself, leading to a much too early death. the students at the Sorbonne laugh such a story off and usually hold parties in the windmill, joking around and calling it the moulin rouge.

a beautiful place to have a nice cozy picnic. the orchard is filled with cherry trees always either blossoming or filled with fruit, aside from the wintertime of course. however, it can be a bit of a maze as after all, there are several ever winding twists and turns. ne wouldn‘t want to get lost here at night.