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Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Tashkent

Long ago I sat in class next to a boy whose family had emigrated from Tashkent [locally now called "Toshkent"] and it seemed impossibly exotic.  But, fly away and follow some road signs, and there you are.




The old city is twisting narrow streets and charming surprises.

We also visited a ceramic artist's studio, where for six generations the family has been making beautiful pottery.

Sitting in the courtyard, which had a pomegranate and other fruit trees was peaceful and relaxing.


Now, it they would only ship their wares; carrying fragile or large objects is too uncertain.

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