The weather here in Nassau is delightfully muggy and hardly hot; for Christmas, we feast on a dinner with turkey, port and Cuban cigars sponsored by the Graycliff Hotel, then play games, while every few minutes a horse-driven carriage clops by under our white balcony. Each horse wears a straw chapeau; it's hokey, but still somehow charming. In the past days, I've photographed a wedding, a cigar factory, and some of the fine and old local architecture. But after the work is done, this is a family vacation, with our children here, and we spend a lovely, slow Christmas day opening stockings, playing games, and eating. In the distance, massive cruise ships blow sonourous horns. We stroke lazily through the pool. We sleep intermittently, all keyed to wake at midnight for the Junkanoo Festival set to begin at 2 a.m. It will be the only festival we've attended at night, and the challenges of photographing a parade in low light will be many.
But then, thanks to a storm coming in from Florida, Junkanoo is postponed. After coming all this way and timing everything to catch it, we're frankly disappointed. But it's off to Cuba for us...
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