The walled city of Mdina, with its narrow alleyways and honey-coloured stone walls.
I see a couple of delivery vans, but no other automobiles.
Finally, some quiet in Malta.
A five-Euro ticket takes me inside the Cathedral of St. Peter and St. Paul, as well as the Cathedral Museum.
I see a sign, Mind Your Head, but I don’t see the purpose of it.
I look around and find open stairs leading down into underground crypts.
I am alone down here among the dead, lost in my thoughts, and feel goosebumps when I hear a sudden noise.
But it’s just an approaching couple speaking English.
The woman is fine, but her partner is visibly distressed.
I want to leave, he says.
But the woman says she wants to look around.
She reads a placard and says that the woman died when she was 102.
Outside the Mdina gates, I find a little kiosk.
I’m given a pot of coffee, eggs, bread, fries, and a salad for a mere 4.35 Euros.
