As I look back on my trip to Cuba I have to say that the town of Trinidad has to perhaps be the most memorable locale of the entire trip. Havana certainly has its allure; the buzz of 1950s traffic, miles and miles of dilapidated grand buildings still in use, prime examples of architecture from multiple centuries, etc. But it was the place called Trinidad de Cuba that captured my heart.
While the clock stopped in 1959 in the rest of Cuba, it stopped in Trinidad in 1850. The entire town is a UNESCO World Heritage Site, and it is widely considered the best preserved colonial town in all the Americas. The whole town is an outdoor museum. At times the original cobble stone streets can be coffin-quiet with the only sound being the clop clop of horses hooves or the sing-songy sound of old men selling bread or fruit from bicycles.
Trinidad is also known for the music that wafts from many doorways and “casas de musica.” Alas because of Fidel Castro’s death the night before we went to Trinidad (and the resulting moratorium on music for nine days of the official morning period nationwide) we did not get to experience this aspect of Trinidad. But it’s magical all the same. Take a look.