You wear red and I'll wear yellow.

One thing they are not afraid of in Cuba, is colour. I'm not sure if it was the sun, or if they have access to a better, more vibrant pallet of colours that us, but it just knocked me off my feet every day.

See, even sketching them and bringing them back to the UK has dulled their punch, like Victorian botanists sadly watching their exotic specimens wilt and die. 

These outfits could have taken your eye out, they were so bright.