Went for a walk in Valetta today. First I walked up the hill in Sliema.
The colours of the flowers are amazing and catch
the eye. The houses are equally unusual
and even when dilapidated have a presence.
In Malta there are churches at almost every turn,
all covered in statues and with often two clocks. One is set at the wrong time to fool the devil – they say!
The blooms beside a doorway seem too pretty to miss so I do a
close up.
Over the hill and I reach the ferries, this is
where I catch a boat to Valetta from Sliema.
And as the ferry gets closer the view gets better and
better. I reckon Valetta should always
be approached by sea. The walls are so
impressive from water level.
Arriving at Valetta.
Hugging the walls I make my way along the
ramparts.
Looking back at Sliema I can see the ferry and
where I have come from.
Nature is found even on the bare dry walls.
Now time to climb some stairs and the height of the houses
surprises.
Every square meter seems used and the density of
living quarters is apparent.The streets become narrow and yet full of life. This is no museum, but a living city.
Some grand buildings, like the front of this
one.
Haven’t a clue where I am going but have time to admire the
greenery.
Who cares if they are lost when everywhere interesting streets entice.
Am tempted down one and find myself in the second oldest
theatre in Europe.
Even better is the tea room and I take the opportunity to
grab a pot of tea and have a well earned break. I have never experienced this tea room and it is filled with
light and has a lovely atmosphere.
This has to be the loveliest place to chill. I heartily recommend it! Sometimes getting lost leads you to the nicest surprises. Time to head home.
