North America

Some evenings stay in your mind not for their plot, but for the feeling they leave behind. For me, such an evening was at Tropicana – one of those places where history is not told, but danced. A Night When Havana Dances Havana is Passion. I’ve already told you about it! It’s not something you watch – it’s something you feel. You walk through its streets, and it’s as if the echo of the past is in the air – from the Cuban rhythms, from the raspy voice of Chavela Vargas, from the roar of a Cadillac slowly driving down the Malecón. And when night falls… it has only one name: Tropicana. The Legend of Cabaret Under the Stars Opened