The fortressed city of Valletta is made from golden stone. And no matter from which direction you approach it, there is no mistaking that it was at one time a fortress. High up on a hill, it's a challenge to climb toward it. But we did. Later, as we descended, we heard laughter and we looked up. Some morons were walking along this precipice (on the left, near the flagpole), showing off for their girlfriends. We didn't stick around to see what happened.