“Do you know Buena Vista Social Club?”: Cuba Pt. 1

So Cuba, then: I suppose I should write about it before time and Glastonbury conspire to wrench it from my memory… As we emerged from a José Martí­ airport where power cuts had been intermittently plunging the baggage hall into darkness while we waited for our rucksack to arrive, we found a torrential tropical storm. As we hovered uncertainly under the shelter by the automatic doors, a boxy yellow and black Lada panataxi pulled up…

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