Today I took a huge walk down memory lane when I re-visited the cut of Valletta in Malta. I spent time here as a teenager with my Parents in the early eighties. I had just finished my o’levels and the summer in Malta was a reward for all the hard study I put in.
Valletta is the tiny capital of the Mediterranean island nation of Malta. It’s a walled city dating from the 1500s, built on a peninsula by the Knights of St. John, a Roman Catholic order.
I took the glass lift up to the Upper Barrakka Gardens
When I came in 1982 this was the place where the local people would come out to socialise in the evenings, walking around in their best clothes, chatting, flirting and generally being seen. I loved it. In the day it was somewhere to grab a bit of welcome shade in the heat of the day.
I walked out of the gardens and found the hotel we stayed in; still there, unaltered apart from a vibrant little cafe underneath where I had a coffee and ice cream.
I then wandered the streets, soaked up the atmosphere and the memories before heading to the cruise ship I was due to pick up to travel around the beautiful Mediterranean coastline.
Milly Space 