By: Margaret Atkins
And on Obrapía Street, in the midst of so many maraca and bongo peddlers, fans decorated with Cuban flags, t-shirts printed with the image of Che and ladies selling their crocheted wares, a place that has taken on the search for cubania… no prejudices, no hoopla.
It’s called La Marca. That’s where I first met skinny, curly-haired Robertiko, with his sleeveless t-shirt showing off this tattooed shoulders. He was sitting on the floor, at the door, with an attitude, the poster-boy for the fact that this was a tattoo parlor. I stop and ask some questions. They tell me the place is a studio and a gallery that opened last January and that has been doing well…(Cont)