Here are some shots of the war carpets I looked at in Chicken Street, just before we left Kabul. Obviously the carpet shop owners weren’t going to let us escape without rolling out more rugs, but I had more than enough stuff to take back that my $7 sports bag I bought wouldn’t survive with any more in it.
All the ones were saw were cheap versions but that was fine as I wasn’t going to spend a lot on these. You can only guess the quality based in the spelling in the carpets, but maybe I’m judging too much based on the lack of education the Afghan population has had to suffer over the last few decades.
Of course, like everyone we met the owners were more than happy to show us more and tell us their stories.