Exiles swim
We jump off the rocks at Exiles before the sun gets serious. Bring a towel and something to dry off with after.
Salt-water lunch
We walk into the first place that smells like grilled fish and order whatever the waiter says is good today. Hair still wet.
Rooftop at Cuba
We climb up for a sundowner facing Valletta and stay until the lights across the harbour switch on one by one.
Pastizzi for two
We grab a paper bag of warm pastizzi, ricotta and pea, and eat them on a low wall while they're still too hot.
Tigné back streets
We wander the quiet streets behind the seafront, looking up at the old balconies and seeing which cats follow us.
Sunset at Exiles
We end up on the rocks at Exiles with a cold drink, watching the sun drop behind Valletta across the water.
Late fenkata
We sit down for rabbit stew the proper way, slow-cooked in wine and garlic, the kind of meal that takes its time.
Down to the rocks
We follow the coast past Fond Għadir to the flat limestone shelf below Tigné, where the sea slaps and nobody else is around at this hour.
Swim under the lights
We strip down and get in. The water is black, Valletta is glowing across the harbour, and we have the whole sea to ourselves.
Hand-written, real venues. Each one links to the writeup and opens in the builder.
Sliema gives you a lot to work with on a date, and most of it gets missed. These plans are concept-first: two stops that earn their place, not a checklist of things to see.
Pick one, open it in the builder to see the route on a map, tweak the stops if you want. No signup. No scheduler. Just the idea.
The Sliema ferries
We catch the little wooden dghajsa across the harbour at dusk, when Valletta's bastions start glowing gold from the water.
Bridge Bar steps
We find the candlelit stone steps under the bridge, grab a glass of wine, and sit on a cushion next to strangers like it's a secret.
Late dinner in Strait Street
We walk into the old red-light alley turned restaurant strip and pick whichever place has the loudest table laughing.
Exiles swim
We jump off the rocks at Exiles before the sun gets serious. Bring a towel and something to dry off with after.
Salt-water lunch
We walk into the first place that smells like grilled fish and order whatever the waiter says is good today. Hair still wet.
Rooftop at Cuba
We climb up for a sundowner facing Valletta and stay until the lights across the harbour switch on one by one.
Paddle out from Exiles
We rent a double kayak and push off into the bay, hugging the cliffs toward St Julian's where the water turns properly blue.
The cave swim
We pull the kayak onto a rock shelf near the cliffs, jump in, and float through one of the small sea caves you can only reach from the water.
Ftira on the rocks
Salt-crusted and starving, we grab a stuffed ftira from a kiosk and eat it sitting on the rocks at Independence Garden, watching the boats come in.
Pastizzi for two
We grab a paper bag of warm pastizzi, ricotta and pea, and eat them on a low wall while they're still too hot.
Tigné back streets
We wander the quiet streets behind the seafront, looking up at the old balconies and seeing which cats follow us.
Sunset at Exiles
We end up on the rocks at Exiles with a cold drink, watching the sun drop behind Valletta across the water.
Freedive at Għar id-Dud
We meet a freedive guide at dawn off the Sliema rocks, masks on, working the drop-offs for whatever's swimming through.
The Marsa fish auction
We drive over to the wholesale pixkerija while it's still loud and wet, picking up a whole fish straight off the ice.
Cook it on the roof
Back at a Sliema rooftop with lemons, salt, a charcoal grill and a bottle of Maltese white. Whatever we caught or bought, we cook now.
Late fenkata
We sit down for rabbit stew the proper way, slow-cooked in wine and garlic, the kind of meal that takes its time.
Down to the rocks
We follow the coast past Fond Għadir to the flat limestone shelf below Tigné, where the sea slaps and nobody else is around at this hour.
Swim under the lights
We strip down and get in. The water is black, Valletta is glowing across the harbour, and we have the whole sea to ourselves.
