One evening while in Havana, I went with a friend to see a live show. At the next table, a man was shoving his hands inside his woman’s dress and touching her breasts in front of everyone… no big deal. No big deal? Huge deal! I couldn’t help but be shocked. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve been to Cuba; nothing ceases to amaze me.
Havana, to me, is Sin City. A friend of mine jokes that this is the one place God never visits. But while people think of a Sin City as a dark place full of criminals — the sort of metropolis Batman needs to save — Havana is different. It’s a place where anything can happen because the boundaries are loose, yet it’s a colourful city full of rhythm, interesting people, passion and seduction.