This peacock was strutting his stuff in the Museo de la Cuidad. I have nothing else to add other than, like Havana itself, he was purdy.
These shots of the Capitol building, designed after the same building in Washington D.C., only quite a big bigger, were taken by Jessica. She was smart enough to capture the building's name in the shot. Quite an opulent building that doesn't serve much purpose anymore beyond housing some government offices and a few interesting art galleries.
I like these shots below, both taken by Jessica. She has a nice eye for capturing the essence of a scene. It appears that while all children in Cuba are given one liter of milk each day gratis, puppies have to work a little harder for their daily meal.
And then we hopped in a cab and drove for two hours for our stay at an all-inclusive in Varadero. The kids were turning cartwheels (yeah yeah, so those aren't cartwheels. Sue me).
The shot of the ancient church is a reminder of how quaint the town of Varadero is (note the lone cyclist and dearth of automobile transport) though the thousands of tourists who never leave their resorts would have no clue.
While the kids were turning cartwheels (I know! Enough already!), our mood was considerably bleaker. We missed the humanity and energy, the musicality and overall festiveness of Havana. The darkening skies over Varadero matched our mood. There's something almost Biblical about this shot. I half expect a Terry Gilliam creation to pop up on the screen and berate me for being a tosser.
However, troopers that we are, we let our smiles be our umbrellas. Plus, the water wasn't half bad, the booze was freely flowing, and it beat the hell outta Victorian drizzle.