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