I missed getting a shot of the line of people dancing around the club. You can hear the music though.
An old locomotive at the former Havana train station. The building is now full of booths selling tourist stuff. Agressively.
I think Beth wanted to take this 53 Mercury home with her.
Heading down the increasingly packed Alley of the Santeria.
They don't throw out old bathtubs in Cuba, they turn them into art. This is in the Alley of the Santeria.
There was art everywhere as we moved down the street.
One of the few motorcycles bigger than 125cc that did not have a sidecar attached. I have no idea where this bike is, but the rear drum brake screams "low tech."
Even the buildings adjacent to the Santeria Alley were decorated.
Dancing at the restaurant where we had lunch on Sunday. Beth, Elaine, and Ashley are on the left.
Some wonderful trees on the street near our restaurant. Some of the houses were being renovated. Kathleen heads over the check it out
It was a great lunch and Beth and Kathleen are bonding.
26 years of work went into La Cuidad in Havana. It is phenomenal.
A 350 Jawa with a sidecar and the only expansion chamber exhaust system I saw in Cuba.
Keith and Helen checked out tthe gift shop.
This place deserves many pictures.
There will be many shots of this amazing place.
Now this picnic table I like.
Another shot. If I spent days there I still would not feel I'd really seen it all.
Two beauties. Kathleen and Ebony.
OK, two more beauties. Patty and Helen.
The art went on and on.
We wondered if that treadmill really worked?
Notice the treadmill in the pool
Elaine! Her dress goes very well with the artwork.
Patty and Cathy taking pictures of Elaine.
Next to this amazing art was a lot of poverty. This picture does not really show it well.
Now is that cool or what?
Viva Cuba indeed!
The 1956 Pontiac showed up at La Cuidad, and then came the 1957 Cadillac on the left.
The neighborhood near the amazing art place. Notes the spiral staircase on the right.
The amazing boulevard from the balcony of our hotel room.
A 56 Plymouth from our hotel room.
Another view of the boulevard from our hotel room balcony.
A cool tree near our hotel.
The capital building in the distance.
Elaine saw the top line of this guys t-shirt. It said "I'm not a gynecologist" in Spanish. She ran out and told the guy she WAS a gynecologist and asked to see the rest. It finished "but I'll take a look."
And there it is for your enjoyment.
I tried to get some shots of the immense Havana cemetery we passed. It went on and on and on.
View from the bus window as we were in the countryside West of Havana.
A lot of skinny cattle. The soil is poor and the grass has little nutrition, or so we were told.
A small town where we stopped for a visit and lunch.
There is art everywhere in Cuba!
The rest of the front of the house.
More art. The old sewing machines, and on the right, an old tobacco press.
An old tobacco press.
This plant had several nicknames, none of which I remember.