Fires and Fantômes

Every photo taken in the Moulin in the night comes out with white tube like  filters.
Père David put the soul of the Anguished Woman to rest with Latin incantations a few years ago.
The stuff accumulated by Jean Sabatier seemed to have accumulated imperceptible stuff which left along with the material stuff and the smell of a closed building.
I have felt nothing untoward since we have lived here, even though my schizophrenic friends have told me there are a lot of unsettled souls around the place.
Untoward is maybe too strong a word;  The white columns don't seem to wish us any harm although they kind of get in the way of a potentially good photo.