I love Bulgarian pottery in an almost unhealthy way. I mean, it’s not like I want to cover myself in Vaseline and roll around on a set of plates while listening to Sade. But … almost.
The in-laws came to stay recently, so we took them on a day trip to Troyan Monastery. The monastery is very pretty and blah blah, but my main reason for going there was to visit the nearby craft museum and ogle (and, I may as well be honest, fondle) some pottery.
Is it just me? Do other people have pottery fetishes? Is there a name for freaks like me? (Potishists? Ceramadists? Or perhaps BDSM really stands for Bowls Dishes Stoneware and Mugs.)
It’s worse than my Ikea rug habit.
Anyway, if you should ever find yourself at Troyan Monastery, head to the craft museum about 100m up the road. It’s not just for potishists. It’s got stuff for wood carving addicts (whittlewhores?), leather enthusiasts (hideheads?), and metal lovers (blacksniffs?). And, after you’ve been around the exhibition, there’s a huge shop where you can buy beautiful stuff to take home and worship on a sheepskin rug. Ahem. There’s also another pottery shop, with less of a selection but with silly cheap prices, just over the road from the museum. *Squeals*
Well, I clearly need a lie down. While I’m gone, here are some pictures of our various adventures with the in-laws.
|Some saint or other.|
|There were lots of repairs going on, hence the scaffolding in the background.|
|The bells! The bells!|
|We went on laundry day, clearly.|
|I love the traditional slate roofs in Bulgaria.|
The resident cat. He’s called Satan.
(He’s probably not called Satan.)
|Wonderfully safe scaffolding arrangement.|
Craft museum/porn palace
A different day trip, with no pottery involved (probably for the best).
|The walk up from Teteven.|
|Into the woodland. I don’t remember it being quite this yellow…|
|At least I got to indulge my other weird obsession: moss.|
|So, so yellow.|
|Yosemite Falls it aint, but we liked it.|
Litter hall of fame
Because it wouldn’t be a day trip in Bulgaria without a few piles of litter…