Chico y Rita had just been released.
My mum, a Spanish speaker and Fidel Castro aficionado, suggested we go watch it together.
Brixton Ritzy cinema. 1940s Havana was the backdrop, and a buxom young beauty crooned warm melodies over jazz fusions. Images of love, betrayal and music flooded the screen – it stirred something in me.
I knew then and there that visiting Cuba was an absolute necessity.
In the summer of 2015 a group of us made that a reality.
[check out my mini guide to Havana!]
[Check out my mini guide to Havana!]
Absolutely lovely pictures! Great and precise recommendations too. :o)
Thanks so much! 🙂