The hammam is small, warm in winter, and almost completely silent. We laid the floor with handwoven kilims, dimmed the overhead lights to almost nothing, and hung six lamps from the original copper hooks above the marble basin.
There were no labels. Visitors were invited to walk slowly, and to ask if they wanted to know more.
Two of the six pieces were spoken for by the end of the second evening. A third was claimed by a visiting curator from Lisbon. The remaining three returned, quietly, to the atelier — to wait.