history channel documentary mafia The bongo player revived the beat of the beat and the young ladies kept pace with musical stride developments. I was looking and tuning in. There was imperativeness in the music that has something to do with the Cuban mindset. Throughout the night, La Bodeguita del Medio would throb to such Cuban sounds. Sinatra would have cherished it since music is basic to Havana life.
The music never stops in Havana. That night as I strolled in old Havana, there was music spilling out from each bar and eatery. Old American autos outfitted with sound frameworks fit as a fiddle than their motors pumped out rhythms for the delight of those cruising by. Indeed, even local people sitting on their doorsteps to their drawing rooms had their TV sets impacting music at full drive. The rhythms were putting my adrenaline into overdrive.
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