If you don’t find yourself staring at the cacophony of crumbling beauty, the buildings pastel painted with pride or the, normally ‘reserved for Hollywood’ nostalgic, classic cars on every corner, you must be Cuban. The rest of us gawp. Havana is the epitome of foreign.
‘A revolution is a struggle to the death between the future and the past’ Fidel Castro
In my mind, an open door is an invitation. At least artificially, it seems like you could be welcome anywhere in Havana.
Flags flapping forced allegiance and emphatic dedication.
“The two elements the traveller first captures in the city are human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish.” Lorca
“It was a city to visit, not a city to live in, but it was the city where Wormold had first fallen in love and he was held to it as though to the scene of a disaster. Time gives poetry to a battlefield.” Graham Greene, Our Man in Havana
It’s so rare to share a genuine smile with a stranger, even rarer when the warmth is reciprocated.
There is no capital city in the world that fails to present the illusion, if only within a few streets, that everything is well and as it should be. We paint over history and heartache.
Despite only having internet access in public parks, after purchasing hour slot cards, the streetart hints at the progressive nature of the citizens irrespective of the distance from globalisation the country seems to retain.
Pick your colour! Have a tour of Havana by car, despite it being better by foot, and take a selfie on the bonnet. Great but pointless opportunity!
School uniforms; the only outfits that lack any sense of self-conscious styling in all of Havana!
Stray dogs in Habana Vieja come with handy ID badges that identify which streets are responsible for them. The whole community unites to make sure the dogs are fed and vaccinated.
The walls of the educational system must come down. Education should not be a privilege, so the children of those who have money can study. Che Guevara
This little blue symbol let us know when there was the possibility of finding a room and trying out our Spanish.
Cocotaxis are the cheapest taxis in Havana. They are also unnecessary but quirky and wonderful to see.
‘Primavera’ sculpted to reflect, “a strong bodied woman with the spirit of greatness”
An inviting postbox that you will trust with your postcards only to later find out that none will ever be delivered afely, no matter how much you’ve crammed onto them.