I had arrived the eve before, found a place to stay with locals. Come early morning I went out with my photo equipment into this unknown city, Habana, in order to get a feel for it and start to work on its portrait. I don’t speak Spanish. Unable to speak the language of a city obliges one to immerse oneself...
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