I landed in Havana after 6 years from my previous visit, My plans changed completely the next morning when Fidel's death was announced on the television. I am working through the images hoping to be able to tell the story of that week in Havana.
I stayed at a hotel close to University. That morning the clouds were putting on a show.
At around 7 a.m. when I went down from my room to have breakfast, the cuban television was announcing Fidel's death and the start of a period of 9 days in which alcohol consumption, music, shows were prohibited across Cuba.
On the streets, after the announcement, it was pretty quiet. On the Malecon there were few people, few cars, and on the side streets there was virtually no traffic. Once in a while, a car would pass by.
I spoke for a few minutes with Alina, just one street next to the Malecon. She was shy about having her picture taking, arguing that she is not beautiful enough. I completely disagreed.
I strolled down familiar streets in Centro Habana, the district between the lush Vedado and the Old Havana. It was very hot and the air smelled of dust and gazoline.
Inside an old house, broken statues guard the staircases that lead to upper floors. Further up there were snow-white sheets left to dry.
I could not get away from the colours that Havana kept throwing at me.
A small child was rushing to a window-store that was selling ice cream.