Entering into a massive building, probably two city blocks long, we saw household goods, ordinary clothes and a few paltry silk shops. Could this really be the famed silk market? After stumbling about we went upstairs.
We entered into a magical visual feast. Displays of luscious, luminous fabrics in jewel tones went on for as far as we could see.
My friend Judy, a quilter, engaged with a shopkeeper who, with the help of pantomimes and drawings, taught her tips about sewing silk. She bought fabric and he gifted her a pile of fabric ends.
I fixated on the gorgeous displays.