Every address here starts with a sector number, a legacy of Le Corbusier's grid. History sits in plain sight. Office workers lunch on the plazas of Sector 17, joggers circle Sukhna Lake, and the Open Hand turns in the breeze above the Capitol Complex. Even the Rock Garden began as one road inspector's secret hobby, built from rubble the new city left behind.
Each sector keeps its own market and park, and Manimajra's old fort is far older than the grid. Summers run very hot, monsoon rain soaks July and August, and winters bring mild, foggy mornings. A Local Friend walks beside you, letting you choose the route while they tell the story behind each street.
