Our capital city is a bit of an enigma. Thriving by day, it is usually a ghost town by night. A city of contrasts, it often feels as if it is cleaved in two: the upper commercial area and a lower residential area. I have been to Valletta hundreds, nay, probably thousands, of times yet I have rarely ventured beyond the shops and offices. Or let’s say that I have rarely ventured with eyes wide open. But yesterday I decided that it was time to explore the so-called ‘lower city’. So come take a walk with me, let’s see what secrets this enigmatic city was willing to revel …
A glimpse through an open door.
A football club dedicated to a saint.
A small piece of Tottenham* in the heart of Valletta.
A newly renovated bakery.
An unusual assembly of balconies.
A Toy Museum.
A promise of forgiveness.
A blind alley.
A colourful fruit seller.
A crumbling fortress surveying the blue, blue sea.
And, on the rocky foundations on which the city is built, reminders of a long lost time.
I have to admit that I am enthralled now and I know I will go back for more.
If you care to learn more about our capital city, please go
here.
*Tottenham Hotspur is an English football club with a strong following on this island. The building in this photo is the headquarters of local supporters.
) I used to read a book a week. Sadly, these days I barely have time for a book a month. It is something I really miss doing.
