It was a bright day in March. The sky was as blue as the local borage with only the wispiest of clouds. I had read in a guidebook somewhere to always look up. What I saw made me smile.
It was such a typically Mediterranean scene. All over the residential quarter of Valletta, laundry was hanging out to dry. It seems like the housewives of the city had been busy.
(We do have dryers, of course, but most people hang their clothes to dry in the sun. The majority of houses have a roof or a yard for this activity but, in these old apartments with lots of stairs and, usually, no elevators, it is easier to hang the laundry out of the balcony.)
These are the types of changes I was talking about in my last post – nothing too major. History will be interspersed with the reality of life on this small island. Perhaps you can say that you will be seeing more of the ‘real’ Malta – blemishes and all.
Location: the streets of Valletta