We had passed the mill when my cousin called us to turn around and look. Barely visible from the path due to it's being neatly camoflauged into it's surroundings (thanks to nature's hundreds of years of growth ), it was still hard to spot from where we stood in a vineyard. We got up close to take a better look and found the doors open. Looking inside we had to use our imaginations to fill in the missing pieces everywhere...