The Big Little Shop, Jaipur
Bringceruleancrimsontopazrecklesslystrewrainbowveils stippledwithrosypomegranateseedsmuslinsstainedwith tangerinegold-dippedwithIndiansunsandelephantsandcamels andtigersstripedwithbarsstencilledlikejunglepathsanemerald sariofdragon-flywingsshirtsforrajasembroideredmirroredsilks figuredwithrubylapisandturquoisetodazzleourjadedeyes.
Let the breeze come through the open door
stir bright webs spun against the sky
let us sit and drink our chai
in the Big Little Shop, Jaipur.
Here's a poem for today, but written yesterday. It's about a little shop in Jaipur which we visited in January, next to the Royal Palace. There we encountered the most enthusiastic salesmen in India (and that's saying a lot!) Overcome with sensory overload, having been shown almost every piece of fabric in the tiny shop (named as the title of this poem shows) we left with an armful of lovely things and a lighter wallet (but not too much lighter in sterling terms)