A few days later I walk past her shop. She yells out to me "Madam, look." pointing upward to a row of bags hanging. "Sunita, that's my bag. That's my design, you can't sell my design."
She laughs. "you very good designer madam, good for my business."
When it was time to leave, my friends (the family) and owners of this 75 year old, family run company, escorted me to the train station and waited until my train (which was predictably late) arrived. I assumed a quick goodbye would suffice once the train arrived but no, they insisted on walking me directly to my sleeping cabin.
The most kind hearted, gracious hosts. I am excited to do some great business with them.
Now you might have a better understanding of where your Camelia makeup bag comes from, why you might not find the same color again (so snap it up quickly) and what kind of energy, and philosophy it supports. We really do pay with our dollars.
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