Maybe it would be fun to swim with dolphins some time. For now, these traditional door knockers will have to suffice. The Girl was particularly taken with these doors in Mdina, the silent city, because of how unbelievably glossy and perfect they are.
Little Turtle looks out over Mdina’s wall at the rest of Malta. This particular viewpoint was from a table at Fontanella Tea Garden. (The Girl did not, of course, drink any tea.)
Little Turtle is very sorry he made a joke about The Girl’s big feet being too loud in the Silent City. Very sorry, The Girl! Can he get down now?
Here is Little Turtle on the bridge leading into Mdina, also called the Silent City. It is one of Malta’s older cities and has a fascinating history. It’s called the Silent City because the only people allowed to have cars are residents; unfortunately, it’s such a tourist spot that it wasn’t really quiet until everyone else had gone home. Then it was dead quiet. Little Turtle felt a little spooked by the silence, and thought the huge stone buildings were closing in ominously on their narrow alleys, but The Girl loved the quiet and soaked it up like a plant in the sun.