Mal de Malta
It's difficult for me to dissociate this photograph, and others I took that day, from recollections of illness. I've managed, touch wood, to steer clear of illness ever since I retired four years ago, probably because I am not so often exposed to contagion. There were two exceptions, however, each of disease contracted on cruise holidays. This was a particularly debilitating palsy resulting, I suppose, from exposure of my delicate northern immune system to beastly Mediterranean germs. It took me a month to get better. So here I was, groggily tramping around Valletta between sneezing attacks, and suffering from what medical dictionaries describe as "a feeling of lassitude". Beautiful place though, and I am dissuaded from returning only by fear of another bout of indisposition.
Mal de Malta
It's difficult for me to dissociate this photograph, and others I took that day, from recollections of illness. I've managed, touch wood, to steer clear of illness ever since I retired four years ago, probably because I am not so often exposed to contagion. There were two exceptions, however, each of disease contracted on cruise holidays. This was a particularly debilitating palsy resulting, I suppose, from exposure of my delicate northern immune system to beastly Mediterranean germs. It took me a month to get better. So here I was, groggily tramping around Valletta between sneezing attacks, and suffering from what medical dictionaries describe as "a feeling of lassitude". Beautiful place though, and I am dissuaded from returning only by fear of another bout of indisposition.