We stay for a while in Chanderi. Each morning outside our hotel we could hear the rattle of the old cart as the elderly lady and her husband pushed their hand-cart into place, They then loaded it with handmade terracotta water pots and bowls and took turns throughout the day to man the stall.
They cost just a few rupees, I would have loved to have bought a few home, but alas for too fragile.
I have the photo instead.