ceramic heaven.

there it was, on the side of the road. after hours of driving, shopping through crowded markets, sweating and not finding a single thing i wanted to purchase, i yelled 'stop the car!' and T slammed on the brakes. it was the place where ceramics went to die, and it was glorious. i loved the haphazard way they had grouped the items together and spent a half hour trolling the aisles despite the fact that there was pretty much the same bowl/cup/plate combo, repeated every few clusters.







in the end, i discovered my most treasured souvenir of all... the horse mug.