Neil JacquetEl Malecon

Along the Havana seawall, the night is long and golden. Rum and smoke, the sweetness of ripe fruit, a warmth that wraps around you like a song you already know. El Malecón, a love letter to the vibrant joy and resilience of the Cuban people, warm and boozy, fresh and festive, sweet and spirited. Time slows down. The city glows.