It is Bhutan at its most contemporary — cafes, studios, a young crowd in kira and jeans — yet the monastic body still winters in the dzong and the weekend market still smells of dried fish and mountain cheese. Our own office is here, in Changangkha, below the city’s oldest temple.
Give it a day on either side of the valleys. It is the easiest place to understand how the kingdom balances what it keeps with what it lets in.