When we hear the word mill, our mind creates an image that often resembles a small stone building, with a big wheel in front, which turns with the wind; Or perhaps a wacky Spanish, even a little disturbed, mounted on a famished horse, which dashes forward to attack what it takes for giants. In Corbeil-Essonnes, the mills were not lacking, but it was rather in the water that the millstone turned, taking advantage of the waterways that still cross the city. Go to the garden to dive with us into the secrets of these ingenious machines become picturesque