Sunday 31 January 2010

Sunday 31^st I’m up really early I have intentions of going to Mdina again, after breakfast I set off buy a three day bus ticket, not here long enough for a weeks one now, the weather looks fine, clear blue skies if a bit on the cold side, I want to film some of Mdina and later Valletta, while I have close on thirteen hundred photographs it would be nice to have some moving images.

Arriving in Mdina I find the streets almost deserted, I’m sure the church is full, but I hardly is anyone, that’s a plus when it comes to filming, as previously stated the view from this high vantage point is to die for, must make sure I capture Mosta Dome for future viewing, the weather could not be better for the purpose.

After filming I venture into the Mdina glass shop, Mdina glass is world famous, the prices reflect that, my meagre funds allow me to purchase a small but beautifully formed token, I have filmed all I wish of Mdina and a little of Rabat so time to leave.

Taking a new bus route I arrive back in Valletta the bus terminus is manic, hooting horns the pungent smell of diesel, I capture what I can on film, people will have to imagine the smell, then down part of Republic street, cut across to Market street, filming on and off as I go, I then have a thought, it’s Sunday would St. Paul’s the Shipwreck church be open, I’ve seen it from the outside, also read that this a hidden gem of a place to visit, this may be my last chance, it is getting easier to navigate around the city after three weeks, so I soon find it, my luck is in, it is open.

Once inside it is amazing, for those that like Dr Who this is like the Tardis, from the outside you could never in your wildest dreams comprehend the size of the inside, one chapel and alter, after another, the book was right, I wonder how many tourists miss this gem.

The time is moving towards midday, I could capture the firing of the noon day cannon in Upper Barracker gardens, I get there in plenty of time, another objective accomplished, I then spend some time filming from the gardens across the bay, the view of the three cities is picturesque in the bright sunlight, I then wander down to the old opera house ruin bombed in the second world war, It’s not long before my memory card is flashing “card full” at me, now I have to resort to photos only again. I’m really feeling the pace now every day out first thing determined to explore,Old Opera Hous the odd lie in would not have gone amiss.

I return to the hotel and settle down for an early evening.