One of Havana’s famous cigar women poses for me. She is dressed in the traditional white of Santeria devotees.
There are several ways to finish the phrase: Cuban _ _ _. Revolution! Music! Rum! But I’ll bet most people end with ‘Cigar’. Cuban cigars are considered, among afficianados, as among the very best in the world. Continue reading →
Old cars and old buildings in the centre of Havana.
When I thought about my impending visit to Havana, what came to mind wasn’t architecture; it was the music of the Buena Vista Social Club. It was aromatic cigars. It was decades old cars. It was the vibrant Cuban culture. It was even, perhaps, its beleaguered history. And I wasn’t disappointed. They were all there – the rhythms of the bands, the aroma of cigars and the wonderful vitality of the people. Continue reading →