We
left the museum and saw another, different museum right across the street. This
was an unexpected stop, but it was still afternoon and not much else on the
agenda for the day, so we went in. Turns out, this museum was for silk brocade.
Apparently, my new city is famous for the production of these silk brocades and
has been famous for several centuries. There were many lovely displays of the
fabric in different stages of development. At the end of the museum, there was
a large room where real, giant looms were set up and in full operation, which
is a two-person job. It was impressive to see the two artisans at work: one
seated in a chair, bent over the fabric, continually making adjustments, the
other seated on top of the machine, about ten feet in the air to feed the
fabric. The entire machine was about thirty feet long; it was a beast of a
wooden machine!
Unfortunately,
neither museum allowed photographs inside. This was appropriate and should be
the rule for the massacre museum, out of respect for the dead and tragic
history. But I would have loved some photos and video of the looms in
production!
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