In the back streets of Valletta we wandered down shabby narrow streets, care worn but with brightly colour-washed buildings with ancient coats of paint which have blotched and been blurred by successive harsh summers resulting in a glorious wash resembling water colours in the rain, everything running, leaking and fusing.
The streets between the narrow streets are like deep gullies made brilliant by vibrant washing lines strung outside windows like bunting as though in anticipation of a parade or a carnival, smelling of washing powder, stretching across the streets dripping indiscriminately and swaying gently backwards and forwards above the secret doorways and back alleys.
I always wonder if they have ‘extra grip’ pegs in Southern Europe because if an unexpected gust of wind blows something off the line then it is surely gone forever.
This is rather like other unanswered questions that trouble me – why women are hopeless at supermarket check-outs, how did the Trojans fall for that Wooden Horse Trick, if moths only come out after dark why do they always fly to the light and just how can I be sure that the little light in the fridge has gone off when I shut the door?
As discussed in other posts I love photographing washing lines. Of course my own would never look the least bit interesting. 🙂
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I think it has to be hanging off a balcony to be interesting. Too easy in Southern Europe! Here we are more discreet and hang the washing in the back garden. Some one in my road put a washing line in the front garden and everyone was outraged. So many people complained he eventually capitulated and took it down.
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Something we don’t see a lot of in Australia but I think the times of “quarter acre blocks with clothes-hoist in back yard”are fast running out – too expensive so apartment living likely to spread and I hope they provide good size balconies or common areas for this sort of thing 🙂
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Surely there is plenty of washing line space in Australia?
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Oh year, the”:Hills Hoist” still rules 😀
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why women are hopeless at supermarket check-outs, how did the Trojans fall for that Wooden Horse Trick, if moths only come out after dark why do they always fly to the light and just how can I be sure that the little light in the fridge has gone off when I shut the door?
Is that all that has you puzzled? I think you should set it up as a quiz and see if anyone in the entire universe can answer any question that begins with “Why do women …..?
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It is a good idea but I would possibly lose a lot of readers in the process…
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A comment like that indicates to me a person who has capitulated. Stand tall, that man.
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I’m in awe of the buildings and colors. The washing hung outside is almost a thing of the past here. Times change but not always for the better. Nothing compares to laundry fresh from outdoors. 😦
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I am looking at a washing line full of bed linen as we speak!
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Ha ha. Today must be Monday. 😮
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I remember you loved your washing lines… 🙂
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One of the best advantages of line-dried laundry: real fresh scent.
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You pose some interesting questions, Andrew. Can I add this one? Why did no one think of putting the water-pipes inside a submarine on the outside so that when there is a leak there would be no water damage?
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You might be on to something there Hugh!
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Those surely must be some of the more important questions of life!
I get a kick out of the idea of laundry strung up along the streets like carnival decorations! Isn’t it a wonderful sight to see laundry hanging anywhere? I’m not sure why. Perhaps it touches something simpler in us, or nostalgia. I enjoyed your photos.
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You couldn’t photograph washing in back gardens, it would be intrusive, but washing on balconies is an open invitation to pry!
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