I stopped to greet a sweeper and heard a voice calling out from across the street. Another man seemed excited and as he approached, he was trying to communicate that he remembered me. He communicated that I had photographed him splitting cacao pods for tourists ten months earlier on the same corner where we were standing. It took me a bit to recognize him, but he was right.
Then he ran back across the street, ducked through a small door, and emerged with bunch of bananas for me.
Lots of great people in the small city of Trinidad.


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2 thoughts on “Bananas”

  1. Yes ditto what Robert said. This is a sweet story. That portrait of the man who gave you bananas is really nice. I love the look in his eyes. The people in Cuba love you as much as you love them. What a gift.

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