The music in Cuba is of the highest quality
everywhere you go. My first night in Havana
I was exploring the vibrant streets
and I heard the most beautiful music
coming from a club called "The Palermo."
I went in and the ladies were all smiling at me.
I felt like Antonio Banderas.
Then I hung out with the band, made a
portrait of the saxophonist, drank some rum,
and smoked a cigar. I looked around and
noticed that the ladies were all over everyone.
Suddenly, it occurred to me that not
only was I in a brothel, the brothel I was in
had the best live music in the world.

November 14, 2005 PIECE OF THE WEEK
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