Flying into Malta I was excited. I had always wanted to be met at an airport by someone holding a placard with my name on it. The Maltese Tourism Authority (MTA) had kindly arranged for a driver to meet me at the airport with a sign displaying my name. However, unseasonal rain and a car accident ensured that the driver didn’t show. As a person who clings to omens like a Byzantine to his Toga, I wondered what this would mean for my Malta trip. Rain, no signs or placards and a delayed flight into Malta. Would I struggle to find signs of Malta’s Byzantine/Greek past. I had given myself two days to find evidence of Malta’s Greek history. And the signs weren’t looking good!