The Prado promenade became that day of December 2010 a place for dancing danzón. I took some photos of these elegant and pleasant faces.

Un documental imprescindible, sobre las ruinas físicas y psíquicas de La Habana.

Roosters in a Viñales yard.

Nobody knows how to ‘cochiquear’ better than a cochinito.
Viñales

Walking in the valley.

Somewhere between Viñales and La Habana, giving rides to people who didn’t have means of transportation, knowing a bit about the troubles they have to endure daily to get home.

Calle Reina, La Habana.

Something as simple as making a phone call in Cuba can be a challenge. I had a telephone at home when I was in my thirties (around 2001). Most of my life I’ve had to: find a public phone, find one that WORKS, and make a line. Around my house there were like 3 public phones. Usually only one worked. I use to make phone calls at 9pm to beat the long waiting, as at that hour most people were watching the soup opera.

“…que fuera habanera, bien habanera, todo lo habanera que puede ser una calle: fea, estrecha, bulliciosa, promiscua, polvorienta, sucia.”
– Inventario secreto de La Habana, Avilio Estevez.

Lawton, 10 de Octubre, La Habana.

10 de Octubre Avenue connects the southeast of Havana with Old Havana. Its buildings are falling.

Yara cinema is in 23 and L, one of the most famous corners in Vedado. La Habana.

Near Esquina de Tejas, La Habana.