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We were up early this morning for the 8:45 bus to Valletta which took us to the bus station. This turned out to just be a fountain round which the buses turn round. They are all pretty much old Leyland buses, driven fast and with the door open to keep the inside cool. But they´re very cheap and cover the whole island.

We got to Valletta early for the market, a ramshackle affair which reminded me of the Dordogne in the Eighties so England in Sixties, and this was reinforced by the music played on all the buses and bars, 80s europop or 60s British. We strolled through the mostly empty streets of the old fortress, down to St Elmos fort on the point. Here we sat and watched a pageant of 16th century soldiers with displays of swordmanship and artillery. It was all good fun. Then after more wanderings round the city walls and a alrgish lunch, we came back for an afternoon siesta. we also had a look at th Musuem of Archaeology, only half open but worth it for the neolithic figures.

We´re watching the Ice Hockey final on Eurosport in German whilst I´m typing this. They have an Aemrican commentator who can has a terrible accent. It´s even making me laugh.

Tonight we walked to Paceville, the touristy place just next door. It was pretty bad, we were even serenaded by two waiters desperate for trade, Malta´s answer to Jedward. So we caught the bus to Sliema and had a glorious dinner. Gilt-headed bream for chilledchimp, a bit like a large sardine in taste, and rib-eye in pepper sauce for me. You coud tell it was posh as there were no chips.

On the walk back, we crossed Triq Sir Luigi Cammilleri, which just about sums up this place, lots of English and Italian influences but still separately Maltese.

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