It’s about time we presented the promised part deux to the Little Malta series. Michelle covered the electronics and the dough stuffed with cheese. I found myself more interested in the local colour. Like the big sign advertising service for your Colour TV.

As Michelle said, the windows of nearly every store displayed electronic goods. Which was especially interesting in the windows of the Slavic Bazaar, which in words boasted “Delicious varieties of delicacies,” but whose window displays bore megaphones, transistor radios, miniature televisions, and painted styrofoam cutouts of words like “radar.” It was a bizarre bazaar.

I found myself amused by numerous spelling errors, because that’s what I do in life.

But my favourite part of Little Malta had to be it’s tiniest Ambassador.

This little fella spent a good 20 minutes welcoming me to the area and giving me the lowdown on the goings on in Little Malta. My tour wouldn’t have been complete without his hospitality.

The Punk likes to sit in the window in the morning, plotting our ultimate demise.

She bats her pretty eyelashes and looks innocent.

But do not be fooled by her fuzzy little face and gentle demeanor…

She is plotting world domination.

And she is not amused.