While walking through the market last week, we came across a little hole-in-the-wall shop selling scissors and antique sewing machines. All the shopkeepers in India use huge brass scissors but we couldn't find them for sale anywhere until this little place. The shop is run by an adorable old man, and if I could have fit some of their old sewing tables and antique Singers in my suitcase, I would have walked away with a lot more.
The bags he wrapped the scissors in were almost better than the scissors themselves:
