On a walk through the town of Goreme one morning, I went into a rug gallery, Gallery Cappadocia. I hadn't realized I was entering through the back door, but startled these rug makers with my intrusion. This large room was lined with maybe eight looms, all draped with beautiful sheep's wool yarn. The women, sometimes working alone, sometimes in pairs, did their intricate knotting while chatting and sipping tea. I watched them for a while, then was escorted into the gallery, where eventually, and over many cups of tea, I bought a rug to take home.