Archive for April, 2012

A septuagenarian man named Charles used to panhandle outside the Olympic market on Lalue, in downtown Port-au-Prince. He was a fixture, perched on his crutches, dressed in black in the Haitian sun with blind musician-type sunglasses, a gaunt Satchmo smile and asymmetrically platformed Van Goughesque boots. His figure, limping toward me with outstretched palm, horrified […]