Havana is the strangest, most fascinating city you can imagine. Raw, tropical, vibrant and energetic, Havana is alive with an energy and spirit that pervades its entire culture. It's a city of stark juxtaposition, where magnificent colonial squares sit alongside decayed and crumbling buildings, and classic American cars blast out the latest reggaeton music.
When it comes to cocktails the Cubans have been doing it right for years; The Mojito, The Daiquiri and The Cuba Libre each originated here, the hailed home of rum. Cuban bartenders were once hands-down the most celebrated in the world and their influence stretched far and wide. Feeling nostalgic? No need, Cuba's drinking culture lives on and it's just a cool as when it began.
The colonial neo-classical glory of Havana is bolted to the island's northern rim, its rooves and lanes cooking under a thick film of dust which serves as make up to make starker the city's faded beauty. It's a city as roué, where anything goes. But herein lies the problem of Castro's modern Cuba, a country at once in cultural free fall and rude ideological health.