An old Soviet bus splutters exhaust fumes over a gleaming blue American Chevrolet and a car stereo shakes the Havana street, but a more bucolic scene appears behind some rusty metal panels. Enrique, a retired engineer, signals us into his backyard. A pair of turkeys fan out their tails. Hens squawk and cluck, flapping up onto the lower roofs of Enrique's simple, ramshackle house.
Visiting private gardens and meeting people like Enrique gives a rare glimpse into the realities of Cuban life and the continuing struggle to make ends meet. The gardens are also a model of sustainable living that city dwellers like me could learn from.