During my first trip to India, I wandered huge markets and tiny streets, awed by the wares for sale and the folks selling them. Seemingly, there’s not an inch where something isn’t being made, bought or sold. The vibe is electric, addictive even.
When picturing India, decadent ornamentation, carved wood and kaleidoscopic textiles spring to mind. But step beyond the tourist markets and there are utilitarian objects, humble yet striking, beautiful in form and function. In stall after stall, one person sells raw copper, another forges it and finally a shopkeeper sells copper products. Full cycles of manufacturing, distribution and commerce are evident everywhere. Turn left, you’re in the marble district; turn right, stainless steel. And of course, there is fabric around every bend.