Buried in Havana
Mary Murphy
March 25, 2017
There’s something quite lovely about visiting a cemetery on a clear, 30-degree, blue-sky day. I’m a great fan of tombstones and would happily spend my
There’s something quite lovely about visiting a cemetery on a clear, 30-degree, blue-sky day. I’m a great fan of tombstones and would happily spend my
I’m no stranger to adding to what little information I might have to make a more complete story. In another world, this might be classed
I hate being a tourist. I like to travel. To see places. To try new things. But I hate doing it under the guise of
Pick an airport. Spot a passenger with a home-fashioned cardboard tube. Chances are, they’ve been to Cuba. Artists and their artwork are alive and well
It’s not often that I fall for a man just by the sound of him, a man I’ve never met nor am ever likely to
There’s a danger, if you have too little time in Havana, that you only see one of its many sides, and this will largely depend
I couldn’t help myself. I kept looking around waiting to see a blonde, pony-tailed girl in hot-pants on roller-skates serving burgers and fries. From my
I brought back a lot more from Cuba than I bargained for. We won’t mention the extra kilos from the sugar in the mojitos and
