The Silver Shop

This afternoon Bob and I went into a shop with a lot of older traditional silver in the window. In a shop about the size of a toilet cubicle we spent a fascinating half hour with a lovely gentleman who fondles his pieces as if he cared about them. He pulled out a book on the jewelry of Libya, and would show us a page, then lay his antique pieces onto the page on top of photos of similar pieces. We looked at crescents to decorate heads, and ears, and the sides of scarves.