There had been warnings, dark, angry clouds had gathered overhead for hours and the rumble of distant thunder had gradually stalked us for sometime. It had crept up on my companion and I, and now it was threatening to ambush us. We were exploring Trinidad on the Caribbean island of Cuba, dawdling our way down rough, cobbled streets, browsing art galleries, photographing churches and checking out linen stalls in our own sweet time, but now; now it was time to run.
The first few drops of rain were huge eggcup sized raindrops, falling sporadically, but now the valve was open and we were about to benefit from natures power shower. The huge droplets were falling from the sky like a curtain coming down and bouncing several inches off the ground. Not only did we need to run, we needed to run fast.
Fortunately there wasn’t any need to sprint too far, a small corner shop on the edge of the Plaza Mayor provided a welcome sanctuary. We hurled ourselves through the door, out of the downpour and into an unexpected Aladdin’s cave.
Composing ourselves before asking the proprietor permission to shelter from the monsoon conditions just beyond the wooden frame of her doorway. She was a pleasant woman, who momentarily stopped crafting her next masterpiece to flash us a sympathetic smile and nod her agreement.
Permission duly received we commenced exploring, marvelling at the myriad of colourful items on display. This was a coffee pot shop; the vibrant caffeine containers displayed in all shapes and sizes seemed to fill every possible place in the compact shop. There were tiny ones, almost thimble sized lined up like regiments of soldiers on built-in shelves which extended from the floor to the ceiling. The largest must have been over six feet tall however, even I couldn’t drink that much coffee. It was actually a display cabinet, providing a home to many smaller versions of the artistic pots.
They came in all manner of materials; ceramics, wood or tin but those that functioned were aluminium. There was every colour imaginable, a dazzling array of hues; red, blue, yellow, green, silver, bronze, purple, even black and white. There isn’t really any other way to describe than other than irresistibly cute.
The rain continued to tip down, a glance towards the door and we could see it falling like a sheet. It didn’t matter the coffee pots provided ample distraction. We enjoyed an informative chat with the owner and her assistant, it seems that they export their attractive, if quirky merchandise all around the world which, are apparently, especially popular with Parisians.
Peeking outside the door occasionally there were still people scurrying around, trying to keep out of the worst of the weather, not easy when it seemed enough water to fill 5 Olympic sized pools had fallen in the last 30 minutes. The street resembled a brook and not a main thoroughfare, and kayaks would have been more suitable transportation than push bikes.
Eventually it did begin to subside, and the thunder could be heard rumbling away in the distance. Another town benefitting from street cleaning courtesy of Mother Nature. At last we could escape, though it was with some regret. However we didn’t leave empty-handed; having purchased coffee pots of our own. I did say they were irresistible.