Marsaxlokk is Malta’s fishing village. The place people will tell you to go to see the “real” Malta, the “old” Malta. The Malta of small, colorful fishing boats tied up with thick rope in the harbor, and the one with rows upon rows of market stalls and the cacophony of the fresh catch exchange. The Malta of old, tanned men on balconies and on lounge chairs, returned from the sea. Of old villas, renewed with new life, but not without their character. Of sea salt and sea breeze and sea smells.
Chaos, not calm, compared to the rest of the island. A beautiful, complicated, classic chaos.