Instead, let's talk about what Havana has. Friendly, beautiful people! Parcades and plazas! Statues! Cobblestone! Grand, high-ceilinged architecture, bright tropical paint jobs salt-beaten by sea air.
My father and I spent four days there, during which I jittered around on cafe con leche, saw Cuba's muscly national dance company, and almost wore out my Birkenstocks (no easy feat). Then, there was the beach. More on that later. For now, Havana!
|Statue of a Spanish dancer, surveying the square.|
|Shopping mall, Soviet-style.|
|A damn good cafe con leche.|
|Flea market in the old town.|
|My father, hanging around the fort.|
|The theatre bar, before a show by the National Dance Company.|
|Our hotel, once frequented by Al Capone.|