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I loved the little old-fashioned haberdashery shop in Valletta, with its racks of old lace and ribbons and beads deep in the shady interior (I didn't venture in, it was staffed by some rather formidable older ladies). Deep in the twisty lanes of Victoria, the main town on companion island Gozo, I spotted a tailor's shop, which comprised an old man bent over his treadle sewing machine, surrounded by suits and frocks.
The stones are part of the city wall in Mdina, which kept the aristocracy safe during the sieges in the Middle Ages. What I found most touching was that ordinary folk hid there during the bombardments of World War II, and carved their names and dates into the stone.
