Yesterday he returned to the house of trova, this would have been an unusual thing a couple of years ago since it was a place almost exclusively for foreigners, but since the café opened everything changed.
The truly fascinating thing about the house of trova was the atmosphere itself, a place frozen in time where traditional trova seemed to be in full swing. Despite being almost extinct from the streets of Santiago de Cuba today. About a year ago this place that was reserved, one could say, only for foreign visitors had an interesting turn when it opened a café, with coffee culture also being an essential part of the city's identity, where one could enjoy traditional trova played live.
This brought with it several interesting phenomena: First of all, it provides a sustainable source of income to several musicians from another era who dedicated themselves to playing in the streets and still do so in exchange for some uncertain remuneration. The second is that it opened the possibility for the general public, the inhabitants of the city, to get closer to their native culture. Last but not least, the two reasons why people come to these places are of unbeatable quality. Coffee picked in the mountains of Santiago de Cuba with excellent preparation and at a reasonable price, not like in many places of similar quality. And the trova, what can we say about the trova with those heartbreaking songs, in voices battered by life and that for that reason manage to transmit like no other the harsh nostalgia of its lyrics, together with the accompaniment of musicians who surely never went to school, so the feeling rather than the technique prevailed in their compositions.
The Casa de la Trova was like a trip to the past where the ticket was a coffee. A unique way to enjoy the passing of time on the palate in one sip.
