You cannot miss them . You..just cannot miss them. If you are in the Greek island of Mykonos and on your way to the famous Little Venice by the Aegean Sea, you cannot but not miss the magnificent windmills on the way. This was the first time I was seeing a windmill .
The windmills are located in different parts of the island in small clusters. However, they are mainly concentrated in the main town of Chora . Being one of the most recognized landmark of the island, these windmills are a witness to centuries of history. From being one of the chief contributor to the economic prosperity of the island between 17th and 19th century, till becoming one of the popular monuments of the island, one can safely say that the windmills have seen it all.
We visited the windmills early in the morning (early compared to tourists and island standards) when the shining white windmills with little blue windows and the reflection of sunlight on them created magic . We cut down our time at Little Venice just to experience these windmills. They are a beauty and unlike some of the historical monuments in India – properly preserved with the due dignity they deserve for being such a silent witness of history. Its a unique feeling when you stand in front of them – imagining them being active and contributing to the economy.
History says that Mykonos has been a part of a major sea trade route in Europe. Then need for refining the grain and year round supply coupled with the proximity to the harbour with strong northern winds, made the western part of this town highly concentrated with windmills. Built in a row with a snow white magnificence looking into the sea there are 7 Kato Myloi ( lower windmills ) which are left looking onto the sea. With the onset of technology and industrialization, the windmills lost their significance in trade, however continued to mesmerize thousands and thousands of tourists through their sheer beauty, round the year.
Mykonos was our last stop before the Greece tour ended and we came back in the evening to bid goodbye and a last strolling around little Venice. The setting sun had a typical melancholy and a tinge of orange sprinkled on the windmills . Somewhere, we could visualise not 7 but 10 or rather twenty of the windmills in the island, grinding the local wheat with the unstoppable power from the northern winds.
Read about my photowalk on the famous cobbled roads of Mykonos
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