This quiet square in the little coastal town of Trinidad in south east Cuba is a shady place where children play after school. It's cool and peaceful. The buildings date from the 16th century, the one along the lefthandside of the square is a church and monastery.
It's therefore incomprehensible to me how this was the site of the slave market for more than a hundred years. In the shadow of the church the retched cargo of the horrific slave ships were sold to the highest bidders from the sugar cane plantations in the region.