I went to Qasab office to see how they finish and distribute the craftsmen’s work in order to sell it. After getting the work from the villages they make into useable things like bags, wall hangings, pillow covers and quilts. I visited an amazing silk weaver of Ikat saris and scarves. He grows the dye plants, dyes the silk and weaves. The whole family works at this. His father reminded me of Ghandi sitting on the floor and winding skeins. Back to the Hotel for a Gujerati lunch. Also saw the Buhj Museum with lots of old textiles and the Main Shopping Bazaar. I’m exhausted.
I am going on a textillian gauntlet tomorrow all by rickshaw. Sometimes I feel like Judy Dench in Exotic Marigold Hotel.