The scene is of handmade buckets of dye. Slaves + workers (who were underpaid + so skinny + frail) would dye the leather in these buckets. This is how they get such rich colors over there. It was beautiful to see in person.
To dream away from the tensions of daily living; to sail over a calm sea at the prow of a ship, toward a horizon that always recedes; to stare at the passing waves and listen to their monotonous soft murmur; to dream away i
South Africa "There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills. These hills are grass-covered and rolling, and they are lovely beyond any singing of it." - Alan Paton, Cry the Beloved Country