
I · The street
The quietest part of the city begins here.
Everyone passes through Floriana on the way into Valletta. Almost nobody stops. A façade on a quiet street, a small hotel behind it, and beneath that a room cut into the rock long before any of us arrived.
Five minutes from Valletta, and a long way from the noise of it. The door is discreet rather than hidden — ask at reception, and someone will walk you down.
Floriana · Malta












