Churches, Cafes and Airports

On a solo trip to Havana a few years ago, I did little else other than walk the streets exploring, stopping for hours-long cafe breaks every once in a while. For whatever reason, I hadn’t expected to find any active Churces in the Cuban capital. I was pleasantly surprised though, when I came across the Church of St. Francis. Walking inside, I was privy to a string quartet practicing for an upcoming concert. As the only spectator for the rehearsal, I breathed in every joyful moment of the experience.