Tag: Silk and Song

It’s a deal.

In the Kashgar livestock market. The guy in the tall hat is the broker, the guys on either side the seller and buyer. The tallest guy is always the broker, we were told. And evidently, if they aren’t tall enough the hat can make up the difference. Which I will be signing at 2pm on…

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The silk in Silk Road.

Those are silk cocoons, spun by silk worms who have fed long and well on mulberry leaves. There is a fire beneath the caldron, and this lady is boiling them in water to make the very end of the strands loosen, all the while stirring the water so that the strand ends will adhere to…

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Naginata.

That would be this shown here with samurai for scale, whose weapon it was A naginata could be over twelve feet in length, butt to blade tip. Other than the obvious uses — stabbing, slicing, hooking, clubbing, kneecapping charging horses, disemboweling and/or beheading their riders — the naginata user’s advantage was by how far it…

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I love markets.

Me in the spice market at Yarkent. Markets are where you see what people are making and buying and selling. People are talking and laughing and shouting out prices and exchanging sotto voce comments with each other on how much they got for that carpet and those chairs and commiserating over the fluctuating price of…

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The silk in Silk Road.

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,…

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