The streets of Havana are almost empty. There is no music or alcohol allowed, and most businesses are closed. The anxiety is palpable.
At the news of Fidel Castro’s death I went to Cuba to photograph flag waving teary-eyed faces along the funeral procession.
Instead, in search of echoing the mood during this 9-day mourning period, I quickly found myself staring at fugitive figures reflected in the windows of closed shops.