This painting was a birthday present for my Dad...oh I don't know how many years ago. I had actually been to this windmill and taken a bunch of photos...the building on the left..you can barely see the brown edge had a fantastic pancake house. Not the same pancakes we eat here in the States, but big dinner plate sized with savory filling, but also some sweet. Yummy! Several years ago I visited another windmill that was actually a "paint" mill, where they ground the pigments instead of wheat...how cool is that?