The mill is now a beautiful secluded hotel in the quiet relaxing countryside of southern Brittany. The old mill workings have been preserved with a collection of ancient artefacts and curios. Inside there is a ghostly projection of a clock on the wall.
The ghost of a face hugs the wall
Of this old mill. Hands that toiled
For hours seemed only to crawl
Towards day’s end, when soiled
And tired bodies went to bed,
From grinding flour for our daily bread.