It’s Sunday in New York and Central Park moves to Cuban rumba

It’s Sunday in New York and Willian Hart is particularly annoyed. He’s arrived in Central Park, walked through Strawberry Fields and didn’t stop until he sat down on a bench facing the lake, close to the Bow Bridge. He pulled out his basket of rums and beers and set about selling his wares. “That one, the one you can see over there, is playing with my money, she’s taking what belongs to me,” he says, while pointing to a lady selling tamales, congri rice, tomato salad, old clothes, and beers.

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