Mdina
The Mdina is known as the Silent City. It is an ancient walled town, still inhabited. I wandered through the streets for a while before finding Ciapette for some lunch. The history was palpable at this family-run restaurant, where inside and outside were merged, plants, open walls and dark woods transported you back to an earlier time.
In a traditional town, there is no choice, but to eat a traditional meal. Rabbit Stew, locally grown and produced red wine and espresso made for an excellent meal.
Mdina dominates the landscape, rising high on its hill, safe behind its walls.
I then walked on to the Carmelite Priory, which is still in operation. My heavy hiking boots made loud a loud echoing sound in the ancient church.
After the Priory, I went to the Cathedral Museum, which contained an eclectic mix of items saved from destruction.
A line of silver saints is their most tricking possession.
There were also paintings of Africans, that had they not been painted by Africans would have been frighteningly racist in their depictions.
Naturally, no photography was allowed in the museum, but the ticket included access to St. Paul's Cathedral as well as the museum.
It was a church, much like any other, its opulence belying its own spiritual message.