improbably, I found my favorite brass merchant (front left) from a past flea market, here at his friend's shop in the old city.

some treasures bought
here he is again, with his brother. we spent a good part of the morning on his back terrace discussing things and having tea. spruced up now to escort me to banyan shopping.

banyan salesmen
another merchant in the old city. his trimmings shop is over 100 years old, started by his grandfather. situated on a street of stalls full of sparkles, it is like a little museum full of everything you would need to guild the lily.
the gentleman who supplies our rolling pins.
a one-day journey to small khadi weaving area in Southern India.
stopping after lunch to fix a fuse and make sure the horn worked

super wide loads on the road
village homes

the weavers in this village get spun and dyed yarns from other neighboring points. women do the job of unwinding the skeins of yarn onto spools, using spinning wheels made from old bicycle wheels.

threading the spools onto a rack, the weaver makes the warp 12" at a time.
the rope in the weaver's hand is pulled to throw the shuttle from side to side in an amazingly rhythmic and musical way, happening so fast it is hard to see the shuttle flying. the yarn on the spools strung behind the sheds are used to repair broken warp threads.
the weaver's looms have been passed down through the family; many are over 100 years old. they hold a place of honor in each home.

crochet doorway hanging

family in front of spool rack

family with unwound skeins

weavers have a late afternoon chat with Babanaa who organizes the group


one of our favorite gamcha vendors

a somewhat guilty looking "cozyness tester" in the blankets awaiting the wash

after making the mistake of leaving for a few minutes, I returned to find my napkin washers like this.

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