A (vivid) memory of Mdina

This is Casa Mdina, Wesgha Ta’ Sant’ Agata, Mdina. This is where our Eng Lit master lived. He invited his Upper 6th class one evening for a literary soiree (his phrase, not mine), and whilst readings were being delivered to and by the guests I recall having a cosy time on this balcony with a young lady. My Eng Lit A-level grade was not good…