I finally found a fabric store in Italy and it was CLOSED. So frustrat-
ing. There it was, chanced upon Sunday afternoon during our rainy day stroll through Florence. But I imagine that was a very good thing: a) because I saved a lot of Euros, and b) fabric is so very heavy and it would have cost even more to take it home in overweight luggage. So I did the next best thing, I took a picture of the interior with all of those bolts just lying there, taunting the poor fabricaholic that could not get in.
Up until that point I was extremely happy though, because I had scored a most beautiful piece of vintage fabric at the market in Siena, and truth be told, it is much more precious being my only piece of Italian fabric. I wasn't planning on spending much time in the markets and having already made my small purchase of 2 meters of ribbon (having a husband in tow does dampen the shopping urge), but this trained eye of mine did spy this gorgeous yardage as I was leaving the market. The old man said, "Bella, si?" and I said, "Si, bella!" - no language barrier there. I was able to bargain him down a few Euros even though I am sure he could tell I would have easily paid his asking price. There was almost 2 yards, enough for me to cut into and share a piece with all 20 students the following day. Of course when we were back in class the following day and I saw what they had scored at the market, I thought perhaps I should have stayed longer, shopped harder. But no, I was happy. One beautiful piece of fabric is an excellent market memento in my book.