I walked by the Partagas Cigar Factory
five times a day for one month,
looking for the perfect car to compliment
this very La Habana-esque scene.
It was a Sunday morning, I had given up
and I was on my way to the airport in a taxi,
when I realized I was sitting in the car
I had been searching for all along.

October 10, 2005 PIECE OF THE WEEK
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