Telegraph 25/01/2014, by Michael White: "Some years ago I went to Malta and stayed at the Phoenicia Hotel: an
old-colonial palm-court pile by Valletta’s city gate that I remember for
two reasons: (i) because the entrance hall announces on a stone plaque
that it was erected "at the command" of an Edwardian grandee called Lady
Mabel Strickland, who apparently went around "commanding" the erection
of hotels with an imperious clap of the hands like Maggie Smith in
Downton Abbey, and (ii) because there was terrific storm at the time
which blew in several windows facing out toward the harbour. It happened
during a concert in the ballroom; and I have memories of some soprano
battling away against the roar of gale-force winds and sound of tinkling
glass. So much for Maltese music out of season.
Earlier this week I was at the Phoenicia Hotel again, where
thankfully the windows stayed intact. And yes, the Maltese are still
doing off-season music in the face of storms. But now more grandly, with
a..." read on.