Like on New Year's eve of 2000, we went to visit Jaime in his dance
school. After being treated to a classical dance rehearsal, a group of Germans
and Swiss arrived for their lessons. Jaime and Teresa agreed that they were
"fatŕl", deadly.
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| The Malécon is
Havana's crumbling oceanfront promenade. This is the view from the
dance studio |
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| All male
dancers except Jaime were gay |
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| Teresa and the
group, rehearsing |
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| The Latin ballet mix looked like it still needed some practice |
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| Teresa, fooling
around before the fatal group arrives |
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| Basics steps
all over again |
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| Daymara, one of
the dance teachers |
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| Steve and
Daymara during a drill break (No, Steve didn't take classes) |
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| After the class
we took a walk along the Malécon and Centro Habana |
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| Paseo de Martí,
a.k.a. "Prado" is a favorite hangout spot for uniformed
pupils |
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| School children
during their fencing practice on the Prado |
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| Two pink
tourist lobsters, burning to death |
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| There's two
ways to walk with a dwarf. Abajando... |
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| and Llevando. |
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