Attard

Ħ'Attard is a city located near the centre of the island of Malta, with a population of around 10,000. Together with Balzan[?] and Lija[?], it forms what is known as "The Three Villages". Attard became a parish in 1499.

Notable places of interest include San Anton botanical gardens, the national stadium, national park and "Crafts Village" at Ta' Qali[?]. The President's official residence is also situated in Ħ'Attard.

Ħ'Attard is the birthplace of the architect Tumas Dingli, who is best known for his work on Wignacourt's aqueduct, the "Porta Reale" entrance into Valletta, and several churches, of which only the Ħ'Attard parish church, with its impressive facade, remains unaltered.

Buses to/through Ħ'Attard: 40, 89, 80, 81

External Links

• http://www.attardvillage.cjb.net/
• http://www.attardparish.org/
• http://www.localcouncils.gov.mt/councils/attard.asp
• http://fotw.unislabs.com/flags/mt-12.html
• http://www.yellowpagesmalta.com/yellow/cgi-bin/ywp.exe?page=list&q=city/Attard
• http://www.maltachurch.org.mt/Parish/Attard.htm
• http://www.maltascout.org.mt/groups/attard.htm

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