| Decaying paint-peeled buildings skirt the | | | | post-Revolution life.Sweeping around a |
| mayhem of the city's once grand avenues and | | | | corner, you'll see rusty farmers aboard their |
| plazas, all the way into Centro Habana. Tiny | | | | hobbling donkeys amble past elderly rocking |
| Russian Ladas scamper past enormous American | | | | chair gossips, fanning themselves under |
| Fords, Chevy's and Cadillac's of the 1950's. | | | | oppressive midday heat. Sassy young chicas in |
| Dueling horns blast as cabbies weave their | | | | electric spandex body stockings and micro |
| latest shipment of gringos between rickety | | | | mini's strut with mock contempt past the |
| bicycles, plodding horses, tottering carts, | | | | leering gaze of brooding hombres prowling the |
| and steaming food stalls. Amongst it all, the | | | | street corners. School kids laugh, play, |
| eclectic Havanians, hustle, bustle, linger | | | | flirt, and tease, comically mimicking them |
| and loiter through another day of | | | | all. |