Islands in the Mediterranean are either places of exile or power. This one was a fortified bastion. It survived the onslaught of the Turks and over 160 years of British culinary excellence. However, given 60 years to recover, there are good restaurants popping back up in Valletta. What most impressed me was that though there wasn’t a great deal to see, everything you looked at was beautiful. The entire capital of this nation is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. A 16th century Baroque playground left largely untouched. The city celebrates the challenges of steep grade changes with undulating promenades of stairs. Ecclesiastical statuary huddle in niches overlooking intersections. Each individual building is veiled in a limestone curtain. Making it almost impossible to differentiate one from another as they stand in rank-and-file. It’s a place where the city is old and cars are new. The cars just lose. A revelation from the heavens! Unfortunately, that equation doesn’t benefit the traveler looking for a grocery store. The locals know where/when the store is open. You are not a local. You just lose. But I have to admit that it’s terribly endearing when you aren’t hungry. I really thought that I would have gotten more in the way of drawing done while here, but I will share what I have. I had grand plans for Malta, but I had to cut them short and I didn’t get to see everything that I wanted. Perhaps I’ll make it back.