On a Tuesday night in late August, I anxiously approach a doorway in Central Square. A single light illuminates the address, with “Havana Club” painted in fluorescent letters above the doorway. I walk ...
A guitar twanged a high-pitched arpeggio, crying an almost tragic complement to the smooth voice crooning a love story. Underneath, a bongo beat out an energized, agile rhythm; the bass guitar ...
Arriving in a sunset-drenched Santo Domingo, I’m enchanted by the lyrical rhythms of bachata music floating from car speakers, corner stores and homes in the Dominican Republic’s cosmopolitan capital ...
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