The Labrang is full of monks. I assume they’ve come up from Chauntra, but can’t be sure. They sit all day in the garage, out of the burning sun, preparing all manner of ritual substances. Yesterday it was fans of mantras, and on my way up to the dining room for tea, I found two upturned umbrellas overflowing with hundreds and hundreds of them. 
Mantra Fans
Oiling a Rusty Mind 