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.

It’s Little Turtle’s favorite game~ you know the drill, try to spot the turtle! He was super impressed by the many artistic doors and door accessories in Malta, for example the strangely beautiful and traditional fish-dolphin-gargoyle twin doorknockers, or the scrolling iron grills over the doors. The Girl got a little obsessed with doors while in Malta; this particular one is in a back street in Sliema, Malta, discovered while definitely exploring, not lost.

LT couldn’t help but wonder how old this wall is and what kind of person spray-paints “PSYCHO” on stone that old. A few weeks after seeing this, The Girl told him about the recent destruction of a famous 200-million-year-old rock formation in Utah’s Goblin Valley State Park, an action which neither he, The Girl, or The Guy can comprehend. Little Turtle doesn’t want to turn this space into a political one or a social commentary; so he will say that whenever he goes traveling, The Girl’s rule of thumb is anything she can touch, he can touch, and they stay carefully back from anything in need of protection.

Little Turtle wonders how old this decorative limestone next to Saint Julian’s Tower could be. Though this was in Sliema, he saw similarly worn bits of stonework all over the island, and overheard The Guy telling The Girl something about how acid rain was a problem at some point.