Carpet Seller

The Carpet Seller and Dali Lama The carpet seller in Cascais is tall wears kaftan and his ebony face looks as a relief of an Egyptian Farao…. Carries his carpets on his forearm (like an offering) and show to tourists who sit drinking cold beer at pavement cafes. When they ask how much he quotes a price impossible high for his worn rugs, to be sure no one buys because he doesn´t want to sell them. He just like to walk around, it is his ways, when tired he sits on a bench folds the rugs on his lap dreamily stroke them and smiles. Where he goes when it rains I don´t know, perhaps he has got a room somewhere, a bed, a book shelf and a postcard from Senegal pinned on the wall. I noticed he wears solid boots as Dali Lama does when flying around the world meeting famous people, giggles and says simple things about life and freedom. The carpet seller is not going home he has become a colourful part of the townscape, and Dali Lama will not see Tibet again