Walking through the gates of Sevinch’s workshop is like stepping into a time machine. The tools, modes and techniques are from 200 years ago. The Master Dyer operates in his own area in a leafy and flower-filled courtyard, creating colours to order in small vats and cauldrons. Off the cloisters are craftsmen in their rooms, hand-turning and carving wooden decorative pieces, the cable makers winding and spinning fancy lines, cords and ropes, small groups clustered around wooden tables making meticulously tight and fine flowers, jasmines and other elements to hang from the passementerie. In a long room sit the pompom and tasselled fringe makers, and then the tieback makers – the final assemblers of all the finery that has gone before.