Past the craftsmen was a very ordinary residential neighborhood where the silversmith lived. Anyone selling anything out of a home in a nontouristy part of town was not going to charge the same prices as they did in the shops in the tourist area. I began to get interested.
I was seated on a low bench and offered tea. On the floor before me, the silversmith and one of his relatives sat on a mattress covered with a white sheet and casually dumped a container of silver bracelets out.