Arriving in Havana, we tried to rent a car for five days. As this
wasn't possible, we just walked around the city some. And walked. And walked.
Havana is a beautiful city in an ever increasing state of decay, although
efforts are being made to renovate the Malécon and other historic parts.
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| The Marina Hemingway,
where we spent our very first night in Cuba |
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| Marc during our
ordeal trying to find a rental car - to no avail |
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| By day, the
Plaza de la Catedral is just a charming, cobblestoned square |
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| But at night,
the dancers come out |
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| New year's eve
concert from a Cuban Son combo |
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| La
superabuelita doing the shimmy |
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| Parts of la
Habana vieja are being restored to their pre-revolutionary beauty |
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| La Floridita,
home to Hemingway's famous Daiquirí |
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| Let's hope
they're better at repairing glasses than motorbikes |
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| The gang in the
back of a '54 Chevy |
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| I don't even
want to know what they were doing in our hotel room |
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| Denis and Marco
enjoying the luxury of our Habana Libre suite |
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| Tarot reading
in the Plaza de la Catedral |
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| Very nice, but
also very expensive café |
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| Marisa, one of
our Swiss friends whom we surprised in Havana |
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| Dominoes,
Cuba's second-favorite pastime |
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| The Spanish
embassy |
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| The Malécon is
the place to be in Summer. In December, it's way too
cold |
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| Reconstruction
works along the Malécon |
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| The view from
our Habana Libre hotel room. Bottom left is La Coppelia, of "Fresa
y Chocolate" fame |
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| Che Knaff |
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| Marisa and
Manuela bargaining in Itanish (or was it Spantalian?) |
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