The former Observer Magazine editor moved to Cuba to write a book – but with its crumbling elegance and sense of drama Havana presents plenty of distractions from the job at handThe grand windows of Casa Almson are flung wide,the trade winds offering a gentle breeze off the Florida straits as the sun descends across Havana, and I am learning Spanish. “Anoche, or yo fui en un nightclub de mala fama,” I say. WAAAAHK. “What the hell was that?” I retreat to English. “Was that a duck?”Alma, mi profesora, and cocks her head and listens as the creature makes another complaint.
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Source: guardian.co.uk