Cubans are the best pianists. What I most like in Havana is how, as you walk through quiet residential neighborhoods, you hear people practicing the piano and they are good, in bungalows behind low fences and banana trees. Listening to this, though, I heard a cake walk and realized I had not thought of it before.
Mardi Gras mambo, la ciudad que se repite, that precise New Orleans and Havana piano.
Axé.