Swathe

The pottery session was the best two hours of our holiday.

Swathe knows every artisan by name. Doors open for her.

Banana leaf rice eaten properly. She taught us the etiquette.

Flower weaving demo in Little India was mesmerizing.

I came for food, left with handmade pottery and new heroes.

The hidden bookshop. I will not spoil it. Just go.

Every stall she picked had a story. Zero tourist traps.

My mum cried at the letterpress shop. Happy tears.

Batik shopping with someone who knows quality. Saved us money.

Gallery hop was curated, not random. Big difference.

She translated between us and the artisans all day. Seamless.

The mural backstories change how you see the walls.

Calm, warm, organized. The day just flowed.

Pottery wheel harder than it looks. Laughed the whole time.

Kuih at the end from a stall three generations old.

Bought gifts for everyone back home in one afternoon.

She books the artisan sessions ahead. No waiting around.

Ipoh has an art scene. Who knew. Swathe knew.

Slow-paced in the best way. My grandma managed everything.

The spice stall tastings were generous and fun.

Our pottery arrived by post two weeks later, fired and glazed.

A thoughtful day. Less rushing, more noticing.

Kong Heng courtyard at 11am light is a painting.

One gallery was closed unexpectedly. She swapped in a better one.

Teh tarik close was perfect. Sweet end, literally.

I do not usually do craft stuff. Converted.

She credits every artisan and pays them fairly. It shows.

Great for couples. We made bowls we now argue over.

Wish the pottery ran longer, but the day was full.

Culture without the museum fatigue. Exactly right.