I love Valletta

It was just an ordinary day in Valletta's Square: A troupe of folk dancers from Greece, Italy, Ireland and Poland pranced down Republic Street to entertain lunch-goers. This was not something that happened in Hudson, New York, or Boston or Dover, New Hampshire--a few places I've lived in the Northeast.  So it was this day, several summers ago, that I decided I could live here.  I hope I'm right.