Keeping my eye out for something I’d like to give myself as a memento of a trip is my idea of shopping. My favourites are paintings or sculptures, but a month in Venice didn’t leave enough change in my purse for such an object, so I opted for something from Murano.
Adding to the tyranny of the fast diminishing stash of Euros was the question of space and weight – free transportation – which ruled out chandeliers and glass art, elegant carafes or a breathtaking set of avant guard champagne glasses. Instead, I opted for something to wear.
The offendingly empty pocket-book was so shabby I was embarrassed to pull it out to pay for anything – even in the most modest establishments – so you can imagine how easy it was to succumb to this bright mustard purse – easy to see at the bottom of the murkiest dilly bag. And speaking of bags, I loved the waspish colours of this iPad travel bag – impossible to miss during a last-minute baggage check.
But I’m greedy, and these practical objects didn’t quite hit the mark, which gave purpose to my roving feet, exploring deeper and deeper into the city of my dreams, always looking … My size, and a penchant for the dramatic over understated or delicate, eventually led me to Muranero, the atelier of Niang Moulaye, where I was engrossed for several hours, rummaging (is there a word for quietly, gently rummaging, as one must, amid piles of delicate glass?) through his glorious African-inspired creations. In the end: a string of glass beads, and some misshapen red blobs, destined to become asymmetrical earrings.
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