Sexy and melancholy, festive and forlorn, the island has always heated the Yankee imagination. The author visits there in the late afternoon of a straitened era and looks back on four centuries of passionate misunderstandings.
In those days, back in the thirties, the forties, the fifties of this century, Cuba was Havana, and Havana was a dream.
I went to Havana On one of those cruises, Forty-nine fifty To spend a few days.…
The dream was set to music—Xavier Cugat playing Ernesto Lecuona’s “Siboney” and “Malaguena” and “You Are Always in My Heart,” Bing Crosby crooning, “They’re glad to see you, in See-You-Bee-Ay.” Read more »