The millpond
Going
from Gyantse to Shigatse we had the good luck to visit a watermill.
“You see
the miller's daughter / She's dancing with the boys / The poor thing's lost her
garter / Somewhere in the noise“ – no, we didn‘t see the miller’s daughter. And
they didn’t play Die schöne Müllerin [The
Fair Miller-Maid] (Op. 25, D. 795) by Franz Schubert (based on poems by Wilhelm
Müller).
We
visited a watermill, which mills the local grown grains, mostly the highland
barley. The heavy mill stones grind constantly and the room is filled with
dust. This watermill works with horizontal water wheels on a vertical axle.
As it is
next to a road, it sees a lot of tourists, but the main business stays in
milling for the farmers in the valley.
Constantly grinding
Close-up
Traditional ceiling
Water turning the mill
Different grains and flour -
modest beginnings of tourism
.
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