Now that is what I call a bike rack...
Later in the evening I decided to venture out and see what the streets were like at night. I passed a club playing some caribean music, peaked my head in and found they were giving mambo lessons. Then later a live Cuban reggaeton act (Aliaza I think). Never understood a word they sung but they had very good harmonies and rythms! When I finally left it was snowing and the city was so beautiful. People were still riding their bikes through the slushy snowy downpour, at midnight! By the time I made it back to the hotel my wool coat was covered with big fluffy snowflakes, I looked like a snowman.
1 comment:
I think mussles are an acquired taste, I've tried them and they have been good but I agree it's not something I'd go out of my way to have either.
It appears the Mambo is everywhere though...that was funny.
:-)
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