Today is the 322nd day of the year
(so, only 43 more to go)
Frank Zappa once said:
Art is making something out of nothing and selling it.
Visited : June 2011, June 2012
Valletta is a beautiful, yet oddly disorienting place for someone British.
This is because pretty much everywhere you look you are surrounded by the suggestion that you are somewhere in Britain, even though you know you are standing on an island in the Southern Mediterranean: the cars drive on the left, you see red phone and post boxes everywhere. Even the plugs are British. There's even an M & S in Republic Square (though, in fairness, there's one in central Amsterdam too, so what the hell...)
You are surrounded by stunning architecture, which is a mixture of English, French and Templar. The distinctive balconies and narrow streets in central Valletta can only be a med thing. Valletta is essentially an acropolis, perched atop a hill, looking over a harbour. The best views of all are from the seat of government, with the prime minister's residence and the central bank sitting behind you as you gaze at the sea.
Then there are the city gates, and the new Parliaemnt, designed by Renzo Piano. I haven't been back to see these for a couple of years, but I must go back soon - if only for the Pastizzi (especially the pea a bacon ones from the kiosk just near the bus terminus).