It's a rainy night, but the windows running the length of the house at 9 SE Seventh Ave. are thrown wide open, and a couple of fine-looking men in black suits are standing on the veranda beneath the awning, smoking what smells like good Cuban cigars. The rocking rhythms of a rumba drift down the avenue. If you stand under your umbrella and look through those windows for a minute before dashing across the street and up the wooden stairs, you'll glimpse fragments of dancing couples: a jauntily upswept arm, a rolling hip. And you'll hear notes of a muted trumpet and maybe a couple of come-hither trills from a Spanish guitar, along with the... More >>>