THE HUMAN PULSE:

Global Photography of John Elliott

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...

Trinidad

I waited at my casa for more than an hour for Paco to show up with his tri-wheel taxi, but he never came, so I sought out another vehicle to take me to the municipal bus station.  When I arrived and entered, I was quickly escorted to a gate door and there I stood for...

Santa in Sancti Spiritus

In doing some last-minute research (mainly asking around to local Cubans), I decided that my next destination would be a well-established city named Trinidad.  I was again seeking older architecture and populations entrenched for many generations.  But I was stymied...
Sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀs

Sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀs

I often have the feeling in Cuba that the people here are ever enduring a lengthy war.  They are the most resourceful people I have ever come across.  It’s not just the renown ancient cars that are lovingly maintained and pressed into service for improbable years, but...
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