Some images stick in the mind.
Judging by the rows of empty spirit bottles lining the shelves in the kitchen I indicated that I got the impression he was sleeping off the effects of his favourite Habana Club rum. But not after midday, she mimed, otherwise he'd be 'resting' again. The next day, Fidel Castro and Che Guevara linked arms at the head of a funeral cortege as it wound along the Malecon. Later, Fidel spoke to the angry and upset crowd from a scaffolded platform erected at the cemetary, flanked by other revolutionary leaders. Korda had somehow captured the essence of the macho idealist's physical and spiritual personality.