From my hotel room window, Havana looks like any big city, sprawling and busy.
When you wander out, however, the street scene takes on a life of its own. First thing you notice is the cars, old American made ones from the 30’s, 40’s and 50’s. Someone told me there are about 50,000 of them in Cuba which makes it a veritable car museum!
It’s not at all unusual to see a hood lifted, the driver pouring in a quart of oil or fiddling with the spark plugs or whatever. And the interiors are real throwbacks….no automatic windows, sophisticated sound systems, luxurious finishes here.
Omigosh, this one is identical to my first car which was pretty old when I got it. Do you think it possible that old Chevvy ended up here?
As fascinating as the cars were the people. I generally don’t take a lot of people pics, but I couldn’t help myself this time, and you can probably see why. I mean how often do you see a woman smoking a cigar
or such a dapper gentleman strolling the sidewalk? Of course, when he noticed I had snapped his photo, he subtly held out his hand. Remember, it’s possible to make more money posing for photos than working in a professional capacity.
Had I been able to wander I do believe I could have captured people enough for a book.
These guys would definitely be in it
if for no reason other than their ingenious chessboard! Necessity is, indeed, the mother of invention.
Old cemeteries fascinate me, so a visit to the Christopher Columbus Cemetery (no, he’s not buried there) was a favorite stop. If you’ve ever visited Recoleta in Buenos Aires, you will be reminded of it. In fact, I’m not sure this one isn’t even more lovely with its stained glass windows, interesting shapes
and beautiful carved sculptures such as this version of the Pieta.
Because this is a much visited site, it is one of the places being refurbished by the government. The result is a sparkling wonder.
For book lovers, the square in Old Havana is filled with volumes, old and new. A collector would have a field day visiting here, that is if he were interested in Spanish language books. Every vendor appeared to have copies of Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea which was inspired by Cuban fishermen. I’m now wishing I had bought an old copy.
For years, the Tropicana Club has been a favorite of visitors to Cuba, so how could it be left out?
Sitting under the moon and the stars, we were treated to a Las Vegas style extravaganza all performed to Latin rhythms.
There is more to Havana than meets the eye here, but it’s impossible to share it all nor did we see it all as so much of our visit was limited. Hmmm, wonder if that’s reason to go back another time!
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