Thursday, June 14, 2018

Malta, 2: Gozo Cittadella

From my study of contemporary Italian, I knew that "cittadella" was the citadel, the ancient ramparts to which Gozoans retreated in times of attack, and where many, the elites, that is, actually lived. I am sure the Cittadella repelled or outlasted many attacks and sieges, but, most famously, in 1551, after having been repelled from Mdina, on the Big Island, the raiding Turks took the Gozo Cittadella and hauled off nearly the whole population, 5,000, to become slaves. Saracen pigs! The Cittadella is now mostly a museum and shopping centre for made-in-Gozo artifacts. Sic transit, Gloria. BTW, "Cittadella" alliterates with "Shitaree," as in "the whole shitaree," a term I learned from my years studying Montana literature. Just FYI.
There is, of course, a multi-media intro to the whole experience, which is
indeed informative; here is Calypso, welcoming us to Gozo...

Entrance to the Cittadella, rebuilt many times, going back, no doubt, to
Neolithic times

Elevator repair on Gozo could be a major business
opportunity; the one at our hotel was out too, for a time


Gozo Cathedral; if it ain't Baroque...

So this is pretty much what Gozo looks like: from one town, you look around
and see half a dozen other towns on high points, with tilled fields in between;
look in any direction, and this is what you''ll see; von Clausewitz did not
invent the "high ground" thesis


Friendly fire?

Looking over Victoria to the next high ground






















































The Cittadella in its later years served as a prison; prisoners carved their
thoughts into the soft creamy limestone





































At Tarzsen we'll see another scratching thought to be the oldest depiction of
a neolithic sailing vessel

Maybe it wasn't their 50th anniversary, but we are in good company; OK, we
skipped the cathedral

Remains of Cittadella dwellings

Us, there

Birds abhor a vacuum

The limestone is very soft

Prison cell

Thought for the day; no, for a lifetime

Malta, 1: Gozo

Why Malta, you may be wondering, especially for one's 50th anniversary? Well, we knew we'd be in the Mediterranean this May, June and July, and wanted some place we could enjoy, new to us, that would not require much more travel. We also wanted some place interesting, with some history, art, and architecture. But not so much as to detract from the main observation and celebration. Also some nice warm sunny weather. And so we hit upon Malta, in the middle of the Mediterranean, about midway between Sicily and North Africa, with history and culture from the paleolithic and neolithic through the Phoenicians, the Carthagenians, the Greeks, the Romans, the Arabs, the Normans, the Spanish, the Knights of Malta, the French, and, until the 1960s, the British. Maltese itself is an Arabic language, although written in the Roman alphabet, and it makes for some interesting words and signage. Fortunately, the place is bi-lingual and everyone speaks English. Malta is a popular Mediterranean resort, 3 hours from London, with all the amenities, and then some, drawing all sorts of nationalities, and especially young people. You can spend all your time at the beach or shopping, or in the clubs and casinos, if you like. Other than enjoying a week of 4- and 5-star luxury, we mostly did the towns, the museums, and the archaeological sites.

The population, approaching half a million, is divided unequally between the two larger islands, Gozo, the smaller, more tranquil, and Malta, the big island, with its capital of Valetta, and, surprisingly, much industry. We spent three nights on Gozo and then five more at St. Julian's, on Malta island.
We flew into Malta on Alitalia, took the bus to the ferry port, and then the Gozo
Channel Ferry to Mgarr, Gozo's port

Approaching Gozo; only a mile or two separate the two islands; both islands
are limestone wonderlands, great sea cliffs and other such features; more on
the limestone, which really defines the place, in due course

A sea cave, one of many, on Gozo; in one such cave Calypso captivated
Odysseus for seven years

Mgarr harbor, our home for three days; our hotel was the Grand Hotel Gozo,
over on the right

View from our suite






























































































Speaking of which, through some confusion, this was the only picture we took
of our very nice and ample room; we spent way too much time re-acquainting
ourselves with television, especially the Travel Channel





















Another view from our room

Dinner that evening at the nearby Country Terrace restaurant;
baked brie, asparagus, prosciutto...


Pork and veal dishes

Among the peculiarities of Malta is the night-time architectural illumination
provided by some 87 gazillion incandescent bulbs; more anon

The abundant creamy limestone means that nearly all the
structures, from 4,000 BC to the present, are of creamy
limestone; note particularly the enclosed balconies, another
of Malta's interesting features; on residences, they are very
nearly universal

We took the bus--Malta has a superb public transportation
system--into Victoria, Gozo's capital and principal city; here
is the theatre/opera house, where La Traviata was being
produced

Gozo is also the cathedral city for the island; note the bishop's reserved parking
place here, being sacrilegiously violated

City square

An amazing cafe, where we had breakfast
























Decorated in old posters and other items


















The most astounding of which was this, a poster announcing
the EUR, the Exposition Universale Roma, the world's fair,
which was to be held in 1942, in Rome; the exposition
never occurred--Mussolini's bungling troops were busy
bring rescued by Rommel in North Africa--but the nice
southern EUR suburbs are still there, and we see them
every time we take the Metro from Laurentina into The
City; Malta itself was being bombed to smithereens in
1942, by the Italians and German; more anon


Gozo is noted for its relative tranquility; here's an alley
scene in Victoria; you wouldn't see a scene like this in
Valetta, on the big island

Another feature of the place is its religiosity, 99% of which
is Roman Catholic; lots and lots of shrines and creamy
limestone churches


Personally, I think Gozo could help itself touristically by changing its name;
Gozo sounds too close to Bozo (of clown fame); I propose it be called Geauzeau

More of the incandescent light bulb thing; and the
religiosity thing

Creamy limestone church on the square

Interesting shopping; the cups mirror the saucers

What with the Mediterranean climate and the limestone, Malta has plenty of
vineyards and its own brands, one of which has a whole line of "Caravaggio"
wines; he did some time here trying to become a Knight of Malta and indeed
left a couple paintings behind (no pun intended)

Speaking of which...a plaque from the Knights in our hotel at Mgarr

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Interim Update

From June 3rd to June 11th we were in Malta, celebrating our 50th wedding anniversary and enjoying the sights and sounds and tastes of these islands in the middle of the middle sea, with their almost unimaginably remote history and later ages of endurance. Mostly we just enjoyed a little luxury and didn't push ourselves on the touristic front. Nevertheless, there will be a dozen or so blog posts from Malta and Gozo, and it will take me some time to sort through the hundreds of pix from this magical holiday. Meanwhile, we are back in Rome for a few days before heading north....
June 8th, 1968

Sunday, June 10, 2018

2 1/2, Part The Second

Our day in Rome continued...see previous post for explanation...
St. Mary Maggiore, one of the four papal churches, 4th
century, updated now and then


Inside; sort of like St. Paul Without the Walls, though not nearly so immense

Holy Crib of JHC

I like Mary Maggie, even with its far away, nearly invisible
and poorly lit mosaics; Vicki is not so keen

Central apse half dome: "Atta' girl, Mom!"

"Two...four...six...eight...time to transubstantiate!"


Love the feather dancers and the Evil Eye

Probably rather old tower...just walking around

Through the ruins of Trajan's Baths


Resting in a pretty piazza




































Interestingly named

Near the colossal building

Vicki's pizza at Naumachia; I had the usual Napoli

The accursed San Clemente

Street scene

Nice old palazzos/hotels all around

Tropical habit

On a nearly invisible outside porch of Mary Maggie, a
presumably very old Pantokrator