We attended a private party in what was once a palatial home right on the sea in the fashionable Miramar district of Havana. It is now a workers club and was decorated with yellow balloons and a giant screen that showed slides of the lives and loves of the guest of honour using every ‘dissolve’ ever made by Microsoft and Apple.
Havana’s most popular singers and three drag queens (reminding me of the ‘Purple Onion’ of my youth in Sydney forty years ago) entertained the guests for three hours non-stop. Bohemians of a Cuban variety and artsy, hairdresser types were there in force.