‘If you want to see something really special, go to Mdina. I go there whenever I just want to unwind.’
Never ignore the words of a local.
Mdina is a medieval walled city hidden on a hilltop over Rabat, and an old capital of Malta. The girl who told me about it insisted that I visit Cafe Fontanella for the best cake on the island, apparently a ritual for tourists and Maltese alike. As it turns out, it also had the best views. Mdina itself is a towering city of sandstone, all beige and soft yellows and sunwarmed stone alleys that wind endlessly past convents, villas, and mysterious bricked doorways. When you first enter through its stone gate, you’re plopped right in the middle of the tourist avenue, replete with glass shops and horse drawn carriages and shop keepers dressed in medieval costume, but step for just a moment into the side alleys and suddenly everything is quiet. Everyone disappears, and it is just you and the sun and the silence and the mystery and endless possibility of what happens behind all of those walls.
Total dream fodder.
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