In the souk, tiny stalls sell everything and we needed to stop to buy beads so my hostess could add them to things she was making. She explained to me how you developed relationships with the souk owners and how one man wouldn't sell her a red pillow because he knew what else she had bought and it wouldn't go together. Souk owners who know their customers well will also call when they have something special.
Many of these souks have been handed down for generations within the same family, but with the latest generations the sons have been sent off to get MBAs to maximize the business without losing the touch of the bazaar.
The Damascus souk goes back centuries. This time I noticed that the roof had been replaced. Previously it still bore the bullet holes from the French occupation.
Watching the man carefully weigh out the beads, I asked if I could take photo and he was more than happy to pose for his good customer.
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