While there is so much more to Malta than I saw — resort towns, walled cities, grand cathedrals, lots and lots of churches — I was especially drawn to Valletta’s most accessible and visible bits: narrow, sloping streets, bright blue and green doors, old letterboxes, and red British pillar boxes throughout the old town.
And so, remind me again, please: why did we move out of our comfy San Francisco loft, give away our shit and move in with my parents, and decide to build a tiny house? Why have we introduced these complications — this avalanche of minutiae — into our lives?
I’m reminded of all of this as I wander the streets of Valletta: crossing paths with strangers, feeling the city evaporate before me, taking pictures to have evidence that I was here, that these fleeting moments existed.
The street colors of Vittoriosa, an old fortified city in Malta.
Some snapshots from the old town of Valletta, Malta.
You and your camera are meant to be.