We were in Cuba last year and here are some pictures. Since I can’t figure out how to arrange them artistically, scrapbook-like, here are the captions. The corresponding image should be easy to figure. There’s Maurizio on the Malecon in Havana before a warm evening rain. A view from a bar in the twilight. A stiltwalker. The strange landscape of Vignales, west of Havana, and a tobacco shed there. Still in Vignales, refrigerator delivery and a dog on a hot tin roof.
Pamela Schoenewaldt, historical novels of immigration and the search for self in new worlds: WHEN WE WERE STRANGERS, SWIMMING IN THE MOON, and UNDER THE SAME BLUE SKY (all HarperCollins).
pamelaschoenewaldt.com 
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