Valletta, under the Arches of Queen Victoria Square. It’s not yet 1015 on the day before Christmas, and Domenic has sold all of his beautiful Carnations. Fifty beautiful bunches he had. They’re all gone now!. There’s only one bouquet left, an ordered one, seen here propped up against the wall on the left side of his little flower stall. A few other Carnations are still on display hung in pots on the side. These he’ll probably give to the Parish Priest, to put in front of the Statue of Baby Jesus, on his way home. It’s an unusual early closing day for Domenic, seen here gathering all the cut-off stalks from his sold Carnations, whilst wishing his customer would hurry up and collect his ordered flowers so that he can close his stall and return home to his wife. In his early seventies, Domenic has inherited this stall from his Father. Descendants of his family have run this little business in Victoria Square in Valletta, since early Victorian times. Soon to retire, he’s thinking of who will traditionally continue to run the Flower Stall. Both of his Sons run businesses of their own – as Florists of course – but both are extremely busy with their greenhouses and the export and local distribution of flowers, to care about this little stall. Tears well up his eyes as he remembers that this little stall has fed and clothed his family for decades, only to be regarded as too small to bother about now, after all these years!. Maybe he’ll talk one of his granddaughters into it and break up his family tradition. It was always the eldest son who inherited the stall. If she keeps the good customer relations he has, he’s sure she’ll be allright. A few good tips from him will certainly see her on her way. He’d certainly hate to see the stall closed down altogether or end up the property of a non-family member. Suddenly remembering it’s Christmas time, he quickly brushed away his thoughts and made a mental note to think about this problem after the festivities. A shadow from behind him made him turn round to find that his customer has come for his flowers.