Now, I thought the US (for reasons best known to itself) has all sorts of restrictions on trade with Cuba.
Sign on a lift - 'don't use in fires' I understand. Don't smoke, I understand.
A fort protecting the port of Santiago de Cuba.
Locals
Protecting a cake from the rain. (Actually in Camagüey.)
Quite simple elegance to the tomb of Jose Mardi, national hero.
But why do some countries insist on making their soldiers march in such an uncomfortable manner?
One of a multitude of floats in the Saint John Festival - note the guys with forked sticks whose job it is to lift up power lines. The floats tow diesel generators for power.
The crowds get their power from draught beer (BYO container) and popcorn.
Skyline
Hotel National - rented out by the Mafia for a convention in the 1950s(?).
Pirate protection - or it was in the 1500s.
No meal is complete(ly ruined) by an itinerant band of overly loud musicians who expect a tip and have a CD to sell.
Locals.
Street entertainment.
One of our favourite street cafes, from a height. (From the roof of Hotel Ambros Mondos, Earnest Hemmingway's Havana base, on and off.)
Che, if you hadn't guessed.
José Marti, who is everywhere in Cuba. Streets, plazas, statues, schools. I had never heard of him before I came. There is no mention of Fidel anywhere; he is not a personality cult fan apparently.
Our second hotel in Cuba has pools and tennis tournaments and all sorts of stuff I hadn't expected.
