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.
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.
I love this part of Northern California, from the Mendocino coast to Anderson Valley: a more remote, untamed version of Sonoma County. We’re now considering the area for our future tiny house location.
This weekend, we explored the Point Reyes peninsula, about thirty miles northwest of San Francisco — paddling in bioluminescent Tomales Bay, eating oysters in Marshall, and wandering in Point Reyes Station.