Well, it turns out that I DO actually have photos from the bazaar where I followed the black hijab. I had taken them on the family phone's photo album, and I found them two days ago.
This is the man who walks barefoot all over the fabric yelling out the prices of his wares. Here he is cutting out the material for Kylie's dress.
We're all watching him cut our chosen pieces.
And we finished up the night with not-so-great ice cream. The wall Kylie and Karis are leaning against separates the male and female eating areas.
And that concludes the material-shopping trip to the bazaar.
Now, onto the tailor and back to the bazaar for belts, shoes, and jewelry.