Art in the back streets of Valletta.

Passing down a street in Valletta last Sunday, 

 so many worn down slanting streets, with small hints of the city's former glory days. 

Small hints of stories tied to this place or that door.  

Am down with a cold, so not much posting or commenting this week.
Barely enough energy to get through my lessons and the upkeep of children and house when I get home.