You stand on the white stone path of Millennium Park, fountains running beside you, and at the far end Aso Rock fills the sky like a bald granite giant. Turn around and the city spreads out in tidy districts, the golden dome of the National Mosque catching the light above the trees.
Away from the monuments, life spills into the stalls of Wuse Market, the shore of Jabi Lake and the bush bars where friends share grilled skewers after work. Rains arrive from April to October, while the dry months bring hot days and a dusty harmattan haze. When your list runs out, a Local Friend knows which lake, market or hill makes the right next stop.
