Sometimes my heart drops when I steal a portrait. This was one of those moments.
I observed this man while I was waiting for my Cubalibre, in a small bar in Cienfuegos. He seemed as if he were detached from reality for a moment and it was fulfilling to see.
So I decided to leave Trinidad in a cab. We headed towards Havana when the car broke down in the middle of the highway. Our schedule was pushed one and a half hour but we finally made it to my ‘casa particular’.
Cuba’s greatest export is smiles. And I met these beautiful people in Trinidad, Cuba.
A fisherman, trying to sell his catch. Spotted in the backstreets of Trinidad, Cuba.
Taken outside of a military garden in Havana, Cuba. I wasn’t allowed to enter but the nice man agreed on a portrait from above the fence.