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Malta

Malta: Criminals, caves, and cart ruts

I’m not a great fan of caves. I may well have overdosed on them when we were in Georgia a few years back, but I

Kefa-Kafe Naxxar Malta

Reversing the spend

When time is limited and coffee is a must, it pays to spend the time finding that one place that delivers it all. Sometimes it’s

Festival statues Malta

When a minute makes a difference

There’s a saying in Italian¬† that loosely translates to ‘everything you leave is lost’ – ogni lasciata e persa. Determined to keep the number of

battlements at Birgu houses

Classic regeneration

My disdain for planners has been noted. Seeing modern atrocities sitting next to traditional masterpieces does my head in. And yes, I can appreciate how,

Different in daylight

January visitors to Budapest commented that the city was sooooo different to the Budapest they’d visited in the summer. And yes, it is. Completely different.

Open house with a difference

When I first hit the States, I was intrigued by the idea of open house. Where I come from, it means that anyone can drop

The inquisitors

I’ve been a tourist long enough to know that it’s impossible to see it all first time, or even seventh time. I’ve been going to

The backstory

What’s that flower? How old is that church? Are all those cows milking cows? I don’t know, he answered. I don’t know. I don’t know.

Maltese cemetery

Maltese cemetery

Some people celebrate their birthdays in style. Some ignore them completely. Others still, like my mate GB in Malta, visits a Maltese cemetery. He’s not

Il-banda

il-banda

I still get occasional flashbacks to playing in the school band. I failed miserably with the accordion, had slightly better success with the melodica (mine

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