Places like Malta make me want to spend my time going around looking at beautiful sights and taking photos.
Such blue, blue water!
One of the tombstones in the floor of St. John’s Co-Cathedral.
A different kind of lovely sight! What with waking up at 3:00 a.m. to catch a flight, and walking around Valletta all afternoon, this Negroni was a welcome refresher.
There were religious statues at numerous corners in Valletta…
and heraldic shields carved in stone on many buildings.
Hills, it always has to be hills.
A street sign in Maltese and English.
One of the buildings of the National War Museum at Fort St. Elmo. The museum was fascinating; one exhibit in particular helped me visualize the Siege of Malta in 1565.
The Triton Fountain.
Mdina is known as ‘the Silent City’ and indeed it was. The nickname stems in part from almost no cars being allowed within the walls.
A charming facade in Mdina.
An icon in a wall.
Outside the Carmelite Priory…
and the ceiling of its dome.
The street signs in Mdina had a different style than those in Valletta.
After returning from Mdina, I headed to Birgu, one of The Three Cities across the Grand Harbor from Valletta.
Domes and towers and sailboat masts.
In Senglea, another of The Three Cities, is this guard tower. The symbols around the tower represent guardianship and watchfulness of the Maltese shores.
An appropriately-named water taxi.
In Valletta, a street scene, with cafe tables and chairs set on the steps of the ‘street’.
These bay windows are characteristic of Valletta.
Inside the Teatru Manoel. It is said to be one of the oldest working theaters in Europe.
Sometimes I feel woefully ignorant; I didn’t know that Malta received the George Cross for what was another siege in WWII.
Part of the War Siege Memorial. The plaque reads, “At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.” It’s from the poem “For the Fallen” by Laurence Binyon.
Ricasoli Lighthouse on the Grand Harbor.
Images © Melissa Corcoran.