Mdina, Catacombs and Bocci
Monday, March 12, 2018
We began the day with a
drive to the hill city of Mdina, the name being the same as the Arabic
Medina. The city was founded by the
Romans as Melita, when Malta was conquered by the Arabs, it was renamed Medina,
and is now Mdina. It is in a strategic
location:
The Arabs build the staunch
fortifications and a giant ditch. Here’s
the gate to the city with the entrance being over the ditch:
The city is beautiful and
very old; at its height during the reign of the Knights, a quarter of the
residents were Jews, and the location of the silk market is marked:
The British, not needing
the walls as fortifications any longer, converted the space between the walls
into beautiful gardens:
There are enormous
religious processions through the streets here on Good Friday, and preparations
are beginning. The streets are beautifully
decorated; the arch in this picture is wooden and temporary:
Nearby are truly ancient
catacombs where St. Peter was imprisoned after his shipwreck on the Maltese
coast. They are enormous and held
remains possibly dating back to prehistoric days.
One of the signs explains
that, “According to Cicero, the main mourning period followed by the family was
nine days long and known as dies feriae. During this period the family was deemed
contaminated but would be purified by rituals focused on a number of funerary
meals that culminated in a commemorative meal on the ninth day.” The body was prepared for burial and lay
nearby while the family had these meals on tables like this one:
There were Arabs,
Christians and Jews here over the centuries, and we were told the burials were
scrambled—there was no “section” for any of the various peoples. There’s a faint menorah at this site:
Nearby is one of many limestone
quarries from which came the blocks used to build Malta to this day. This quarry has been turned into a museum and
restaurant, and there are displays of the techniques used to quarry the stone
through the years:
When the quarries are
exhausted, a common use, apparently, is for olive or citrus groves:
We had a lovely lunch in
the grove, and then tried our hands at limestone carving. It’s not easy!
Our last stop was at a bocci
court, where we learned the game the way it’s played in Malta, which is somewhat
different from the Italian one. We
played with teams of three, men versus women, and had lots of laughs:
Tomorrow is Ellin Friedman’s
birthday, and Ellin and Bill and Joyce and I went our for a delicious dinner to
celebrate. Tomorrow is our final day!
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