PORT-AU-PRINCE, HAITI — This was not the kind of stage Esceline Belcombe was accustomed to. She sang with sandaled feet planted deep in the dust of a footpath that cuts across a steep hill and turns down toward a river of tattered-cloth shelters.
PORT-AU-PRINCE, HAITI — This was not the kind of stage Esceline Belcombe was accustomed to. She sang with sandaled feet planted deep in the dust of a footpath that cuts across a steep hill and turns down toward a river of tattered-cloth shelters.