Deana had arranged a final banquet at what seemed to be a large estate in the middle of the city. It was behind a tall wall and we had no idea it was there. Being the final night of Tihar, one of the two largest festivals of the year, the city was alive with candles and a combination of marigold leaves and paint on the sidewalks, inviting good spirits into peoples’ houses and businesses. Even the dogs got flower necklaces on this day.

Thanks Steve for the champagne.  You have class!