Going to Cuba does not present any particular difficulty, spending two to three weeks there, being a traveler-voyeur, looking for colors, the picturesque, locking them in your camera box, releasing them a few weeks later.
That’s what I did, like so many others.
Then, a few years later, today, I chose other images, I redid my travelogue.
I traveled again, in black and white this time.
To better see what I had seen, perhaps.