(Havana, Cuba, Jan. 09)
The story :
My second night in Havana - just around the corner from my lodging, I had this vision in the rain : an old car about to leave, blowing the horn impatiently, someone running out of that gate, rushing into the car while the 2 girls were making lots of gestures to the passengers (rather daring and defiant gestures, a bit obscene as if these were friends, they were laughing too).
... But it lasted just for an instant, I had no time to take more distance to capture the whole scene and one second later, the car was already gone with lots of old noises into the tropical night