



Cuba. Havana. The gem of the Caribbean. Late afternoon. The sun tenderly caresses the skin, kissing the bare shoulders of a young woman. The pleasant sea breeze plays with her dark locks. The lustre of the earrings highlights the deep colour of her enigmatic eyes. There is something nostalgic & promising in the air as if you are transported back in time…to an old movie with a happy end. An elderly man starts to play his guitar, several youngsters join him with maracas, the idle chatter of the locals stops and all of a sudden you are in the middle of the fiesta. The city comes alive, cha-cha-cha…