Whenever my mate goes away, I carry a bit of sadness. Only away for the weekend, still I miss him from the moment he leaves. A few hours after he has left, Uncle Stu takes me out for a patio lunch at a French bistro. A lovely treat. After dinner,…
An early start this morning, walking at sunrise in the Havana neighbourhoods. An incredible place, unlike any other I have every experienced. In the afternoon, we go to a Cuban Social club for lunch and are surprised with a visit to a practicing band, a few of the 35,000 talented…
