It’s winter in Malta, 1862. Edward Lear, lover of wordplay and watercolour, is writing a letter. His phrasing echoes the rhythm of Mediterranean tides against this tiny archipelago:
“I draw constantly on the Barracca point; meaning to paint a picture thereof one day; and I wander up and down the beautiful streets of Valletta and Senglea; and rejoice in the delightful heat and the blue sky; and watch the thousand little boats skimming across the harbor at sunset.”
Read more of Joyce McGreevy’s article on Lear and Malta by clicking on the following link: http://tinyurl.com/hdqszmp
The Edward Lear Society 