Snowy peaks line the northern skyline on clear spring mornings, and the pine-covered Sarban Hills rise straight behind the rooftops. The town sits high on a plateau, yet here the road is only getting started, climbing on toward the meadows of Thandiani and the cool forests around Nathia Gali.
Back down in town, the leafy Cantonment keeps its colonial church bells, while Nawan Shehr gathers around the white Ilyasi Masjid and the pakora stalls beside its spring. Summers are mild with monsoon showers, and winters turn cold enough for the odd snowfall. A Local Friend can pull up a chair for you at a family table or a roadside stall you would never have spotted from the main road.
