"Malta by Knight" a Malta Travel Page by CliffClaven

It's not often you bump into a Prince and Grand Master.

Old Cliffie was at the headquarters in Rome of the Order of Malta - or to give the Order its full title, the Sovereign Military Hospitaller Order of St John of Jerusalem of Rhodes and of Malta. He was there for a meeting but got out of the lift on the wrong floor. As he wandered along dimly lit corridors, poking his head hopefully into dark, book-lined rooms, a small, elderly figure in an impeccable dark suit asked in equally impeccable Italian if he could be of assistance. Old Cliffie thought he was dealing with a particularly polite usher and asked about his meeting, but as he listened to the explanation he suddenly realised that he recognised the elderly figure in front of him. He just hadn't recognised him at first, because in photographs he usually wore the full uniform of the Grand Master. Switching to English, old Cliffie mumbled his apology but the Grand Master merely chuckled and asked where old Cliffie had learned his Italian. The Grand Master chuckled even more when he heard old Cliffie's answer: in the back streets of Naples.