Today was the day that the great tapestry is displayed to the world in Thimphu dzong. It has to be rolled up before sunrise, so people rush down at 4am to get a look. I decided not to go because I think, like the Tsetchu, once would be enough and I’d rather do it with Marie. Sitting at home, I suddenly remembered that we might not be here next year and I won’t get the chance again. Well. Too late now.