Manali could be old but the vibes it reflects is ever so lasting and young. Young as though coming to Manali and the Mall Road, one might find himself coming back here.
From among all the cafes and feeling lurked I was rather uplifted about seeking a corner that I could call my own, and in real it wasn’t even hard to find one. Of among all the cafes you might want to visit most of them in a day because that’s how Old Manali is, it welcomes you.
A single upward road brings more of unseen after every blind turn. Winters are cosier here, as with less hustle comes more warmth. The side lanes would tell tales of the locals carrying off their daily life and times when Old Manali was the only Manali.
Of Manali and its variations, both the worlds come together at Hadimba temple. And those who seek stillness and a slow pace descend down to Old Manali.