I’m digressing, I know, but before we left the Abhaneri Chand Baori Step-Well & Harshat Mata Temple and headed back to Jaipur the driver we’d hired was keen to buy his wife a clay-pot.  If you’re travelling here and not keen on buying any of these (they don’t transport easily, quite fragile) then be firm and say you want head back. This is a way the drivers put their unknowing tourists into a situation where you sort of get guilt-tripped into buying something off of a local or at the least giving them some cash to help their small business along.


Well, we know that now, but the process of finding that out wasn’t at all bad as it proved to be quite a photographic opportunity.  We basically walked right into this fellas front yard and the driver begin to chat to him.  As I looked around and saw the surroundings I remember thinking it’d be epic to shoot this guy making something.

Mr. Pot Man from Curry&Tulips on Vimeo.



Well as we begin to chat (Tammy was keen on a pot as soon as she saw them) he got more comfy around us and I started snapping away.  The guy was such a cool fella, so humble and happy to pose for the camera.  We ended up buying a few little chai cups for our house and I got an epic opportunity to photograph this Indian tradition that dates back for centuries.



There is a thought (I’ve not proved it true or otherwise) that clay pots can keep water cool all day long, even in the direct heat.  Many Indians will say that this water is not quite as cool as refrigerated water, but close.  So these pots are incredibly popular among villagers and those that work outside that aren’t close to a fridge.




His wife came home and started yelling at him for not charging us more money for the cups and not charging me for taking his picture. She was obviously used to the tourists hanging around these parts and taking advantage of our fatter wallets.  She was angry since he’d make more money if he took these cups to the market and sold them there rather than sell them out of his house.  That child in the above photo isn’t even their child, but she mentioned to the child to ask me for money.


He seemed so keen to just show us his skill and his trade.  He seemed affirmed that us Westerners were so interested in his trade.  We paid him a bit more than he asked for the cups, I set up some shots for he and his wife and snapped away, I filmed him working the potter’s wheel, and as we were leaving his wife shouted for us to give her more money.


Women aye!  Hahahaha…


Good fella he was.


And here’s the little chai cups we bought.