The joy of random
A.k.a. every day encounters in Malta
Malta consists of several islands. Today we took the ferry past Camino, where cumin used to be grown, to Gozo, the second largest island at 8 miles by 8 miles.
The ferry was about 20 minutes over dark turquoise water and a mess of jelly fish.
The church looking down upon the harbour dominates the approach to Gozo. We didn’t visit that cathedral but one could not miss it.
We had already settled on lunching in Victoria, known for the Citadel overlooking so much of the island. We managed to scarf up a parking space as two women pulled away, commencing our opportunity to take in the every day of people’s lives in this large town. I leave you to pick out what interests you from a number of random shots.
We climbed the deep steps to the entrance to the Citadel where those on Gozo hid from invaders over many generations when necessary. The lifting/elevator reminded me of modernity in step with history: few prefer the many stairs on this steep island.
Even here the every day intertwined with the old as an open area, clearly a home in the past, now has only the pomegranate tree to remind one of life sustained through this place so long.
Even upon our departure, the Castle Pub and the açaí advert made me laugh at contrasts.
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