From the crypt of the Carmelite church
In keeping with the spirit (or soul) of November, I'm publishing a video taken in the crypt of the Carmelite church in Mdina.
Over the decades, I had on countless occasions been drawn down the few steps leading to a dusty and paint-peeled door, which unfortunately was always closed. From behind the chicken-wire that weaved in and out of the pillars decorating the upper half , I would squint into the gloom, entranced by the flickering light of candles ensconced in red, translucent plastic. My nostrils would also work overtime, overdosing on a fug of mustiness that might easily have been the scent of souls trying to escape the confines of that underground space.
This time the doors had been swung open and light had been let in (albeit an artificial one), finally allowing me to penetrate a place that had only resided in my imagination.
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Evw9QAYpy0


