Some flats have a view. This one has two.
Step out onto the main terrace, and Valletta is there across the water — the bastions catching the light in the late afternoon, the harbour moving quietly below. The second terrace faces away from it all, a sheltered corner for the hours when you would rather not be looked at by a capital city.
Inside, the penthouse is small in the way good things often are. One bedroom, one bathroom, an open living and dining space that runs into a fitted kitchen. It has been decorated with real care — not staged, not generic, but put together by someone who thought about how the light falls and where you would actually want to sit. Everything is furnished and in place; you arrive with a suitcase, and you are home.
