50. THE BEAD MOVES ON ... AGAIN

The Bead Moves On

I FORGOT to photograph the last but bead swop - in Istanbul, with Besir, with whom I've spent many hours learning about Turkoman jewellery and eating kebab with our fingers on his round brass table, baskets and buckets piled to the ceiling with Afghanistan treasures. He took the Amazonite from Marrakech, and gave me two Turkoman silver beads - one to keep for the treasure necklace, one to pass on.

Fittingly, Sarah did the next swop - one double Turkoman silver bead from late 1800's for a 15th century beautiful opalescent Moon bead, and an 18th century unusually shaped chunk of Moroccan fossil amber.  She used her bead as a tie on a piece of Algerian silver.  One of mine will pass on, one will stay.  But I want to keep both!