The Wicker Museum

After we walked by all of the goods we headed to the museum in town. Apparently the town is known for its wicker and weaved baskets and so we headed in. The lady at the desk was very friendly, in fact she made a comment about being a drinker or being drunk; either way she made for a most excellent tour guide. I think she was happy just to have someone to show around but her needing to speak English may have tickled her pickle that much more…

I was told about the 450 basket weavers in the town, which was huge for a town of less than 2,000. It was hard work but they were good at it. There was a flood and everyone went to the highest points in the highest houses. Many died or left or something like that. There was also a man who was a basket weaver and a woman who loved him. She was rich and her parents said that she could not be with him for he was a poor basket weaver. She went into another town’s church to pray to be with him and it was hot outside and she fainted on the way home and died. He was buried with her. The end.

Yea, so many I did not get as much out of the tour as I could have, but seeing the museum lady and Alan do different dances to try and get me to understand words was priceless. Auriane did an amazing job of translating and getting missing words found. I mean she truly impressed me. She even remembered her vocabulary word of the week “sheets” which everyone else pronounced as “shits” even after they said it sounded like shits and having sheets said multiple times.