A few days in Jispa during a Himachal journey. The river was close enough to hear at night. Mornings were cold in a way that made you stand still before you made tea.
What stayed with me
The scale of the valley. How little the village tries to fill it. A walk along the water that did not need a destination.
Stays here work when you give them time — not as a halt between two longer drives, but as a place to arrive.
