Between being on time and taking crappy pictures.

Hello friends, Havana wakes up with the soft light of the sun bathing its streets, illuminating colonial façades worn by time. The first rays of the day tinge the domes and roofs of the houses with gold, creating a visual spectacle that invites contemplation. While this is happening, I try to walk quickly so as not to be late, but I amuse myself by taking photos that are not worth my tardiness.

The sound of the city slowly begins to come to life. The shouting of criers mingles with the murmur of conversations. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafts through the streets and the sound of old cars accompanies the rhythm of the morning.

Havana in the morning is a canvas of colours and sounds where past and present intertwine. It is a place where time seems to stand still and where life goes by at a slower pace. It is a city that enchants with its authenticity and charm.