It's late in the afternoon. We land in Havana, Cuba after a sleepless night on the plane. We exchange money at the Cadeca and find our taxi. No seat belts, not even for the driver. Driver is nice and helpful and takes us to our room in a casa particular in Central Havana. I am dizzy from the sights and lack of sleep. While taking a quick shower it starts raining. Not much, not enough to keep me from going out with the camera (sleep??? now??? c'mon...)
I sincerely hope it's safe here. My parents would skin me alive were they to know I walk here alone. Once beautiful houses, crumbling. Street kind of paved, filled with puddles and islands of garbage. Children playing soccer in the street not bothered by the cars or bicycles. Shoes and shirts are optional.
The sun sets, the lamps are lit, the rain stops. I feel I am on a movie set. A colorful fantasy set in a faraway country about 50 years ago. I walk the streets, careful not to go too far and get lost, stand on street corners and watch reflections and shadows. Click. Click, click. After an hour and a half, I'm back at the casa, otherwise husband will alert police...
We stay in Cuba seven days. That first evening, was the only time it rained. The images I captured that night are the ones I love the most. Sometimes, it does seem like you arrive when God is ready to have someone click the shutter ....
On our street in Havana central
Standing at the corner of the street, watching the shadows
Feeling on a movie set ...
Posing for me ....Crespo street, Centro Habana. December 2015