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Global Photography of John Elliott

Havana Redux

Havana Redux

I was more than ready to depart Doña Mare’s casa, with its outdoor stench and cramped interior into which the smell of cigarette smoke from an adjacent room pervaded. Since my ride was not to arrive until early afternoon, I decided to walk around the town a bit ––...
Mocho and the JumboTron

Mocho and the JumboTron

The next morning, I was relieved to be soon departing Cienfuegos, but had a lot of trouble finding any vehicle to take me back to Havana.  I went to three different travel agencies, the sole bus station – there was none for foreigners in the city – and finally to the...
Two Paths to Cienfuegos

Two Paths to Cienfuegos

In the village of La Boca the next morning, I ate my cereal on the casa patio, in the nearby company of a large, caged parrot.  He kept flapping his wings and looking at me, and I soon inferred he wanted to share my food.  I discussed my upcoming plans with the with...
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