A Brief Glimpse of Cuba, photo essay by Michael Stein
[I]n December of 2015, I was fortunate enough to travel to a place few Americans have been permitted to go for decades: Cuba. During my time in Havana, I spent hours upon hours wandering around the city, getting lost, and meeting people. Using a combination of their broken english and my embarrassingly poor Spanish, which I have repeatedly and inaccurately described as “conversational,” I learned a great deal from the people i met. Everyone I encountered was extraordinarily friendly and warm, eager to show me their homes, music, and way of life. One man, after seeing my camera, took me to his home to show me his favorite photos he’d taken over the years.
This city is dripping in life.
This city is dripping in life. It seems to ooze out of the cracks of the gorgeous, decrepit buildings that line the streets of Havana. Every turn provides a new scene, new characters. I would imagine it would take years, if not decades, to capture Havana. I was there less than a month.