24 Hours in Trinidad

Trinidad is almost too pretty. If such a thing is possible. Pink, yellow, green colonial houses line the cobbled streets where children play baseball, and old weathered men sit on doorsteps plucking melancholically on a guitar. No car ever drives faster than a horse and cart could carry you, and in the heat of the day, it wouldn't be surprising if the whole sleepy town ground to a happy halt.

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The New Face of Havana

Walking down the street in Cuba any day of the week, I see old men playing dominoes on makeshift tables, women hanging their laundry from rickety balconies, children playing in the last rays of the evening sun or couples sat on the seawall along the famous Malécon, sharing a bottle of rum to the tinny beats of an old stereo.

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