Late in the afternoon, so it seemed to me that we will never arrive, we skirted the spur of a hill and there, at our feet, surrounded by a group of desertic mountains of rugged topography, appeared Tsarang. The city appeared like magic, as if a great artist, tired of this arid land, had decided to paint a fairy artwork on this wild canvas background. - Michel Peissel, Mustang; A Lost Tibetan Kingdom