We had seen Rumba Morena perform at the Callejón de Hamel on our first full day in Cuba, and again at the Rumba in the park El Gran Palenque a couple of days later. Great group, and super fun to watch, so I was looking forward to our lessons with them. I’m not sure if she thought it was too complicated to explain how to get to the studio, she didn’t think it would be a good idea for a gaggle of white folk to be walking through the neighborhood unaccompanied, that’s just how you do things in Cuba or what, but Diunis met us at a church and guided us to their space. It’s a fantastical instrument repair warehouse, although some of the things looked like they came there to die rather than be resurrected. The shapes and light had me wishing for a better camera and black and white film.
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