Havana, 1958.

Enrico Caruso flies out over Havana harbor, skips across the surface of the water, and sinks out of sight. Then Rosa Ponselle, Lotte Lehmann, Lauritz Melchior...

Dr. Cifuentes is saying goodbye to his irreplaceable shellac 78s before "they" can get their hands on them.

("They," of course, are the shaggy revolutionaries coming down from the mountains to occupy the city.)

After a champagne toast at midnight, he and the family will take the power boat to Key West. He is dressed for the occasion in his best guayabera shirt.

Yes. The airy, loose-fitting antidote for a tropical climate. Worn not just for everyday, but to terribly serious dinner parties, opera, and on many a presidential balcony.

This is the more formal, long-sleeved version, with the traditional four pockets, side vents, and decorative buttons. Bands of pin tucks front and back. Scalloping on yoke and straight hem (invariably worn outside).

Dr. Cifuentes would approve, I think.

Guayabera Shirt (No. 1234), pure cotton, for men and quite possibly (in these less machismo days) women as well.

Men's sizes: S, M, L, XL, XXL.

Colors: White, Black. Imported.