We walked across town to the huge local cemetery, which we had to pay $6 each to enter but was well-kept, beautiful and practically paved in marble with trees everywhere. Latin Americans certainly honor their dead!
Next we took a taxi to a noon-time street performance of Afro-Carribean music at Callejon de Hammel, a two-block street lined with painted murals on the buildings and unusual art, where the M.C. asked for a show of hands from visitors from various countries around the world, and when we raised our hands in response to his query whether there were visitors from the U.S., said “our favorite enemies who we love!” and everyone laughed and clapped.
Finally, an hour on our hotel balcony drinking rum while overlooking the activity on the Malecon, then off to a fabulous dinner at Paladar Huron Azul, a fancy but inexpensive place tucked away on a low-traffic street not far off the busy Vedado, a street swarming with night-life.
At night the sidewalks are eerily dark despite the crowds of people, apparently a money-saving move that leaves streetlights turned off. Despite this, we’re constantly reassured that all of Cuba is totally safe except from pick-pockets, and we find it feels true.
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