Allow me to introduce you to a silk merchant in the market at Kuche.
Yes, those materials were just as blinding to the eye as they are to the camera lens.
As she was displaying her wares to us, the muzzein sounded the call to prayer. She held up a hand, laid aside her silks, got out her prayer rug, and knelt facing east to do her prayers. After which, she rose back to her feet, folded her rug and put it away, and resumed business.
I bought a long length of rainbow-colored net gauze to give to my niece the seamstress. I could have bought a lot more.
Everything Under the Heavens in audio download:
The Silk and Song slideshow is here, and I’m going through it a slide or two at a time, with commentary, most Tuesdays here.