Havana Vieja–atmospheric and tidy–is where you go with your tour group. Vedado is where you sleep, in five-starred splendor or in a mansion-turned-casa particular. It’s in the streets of Havana Centro, though, where you go to for a glimpse of the real city. It’s a place for encounters in black and white.
Anita and I were in Havana during the period of official mourning for Fidel Castro, and streets of Centro were quiet–no music, no dancing in the streets. Instead, we met kids and grandmas, vendors and shoppers, Cubans going about their daily lives. Several invited us in–welcoming us into homes hand-crafted into barely standing architectural relics along San Rafael, San Miguel and nearby cross streets.
We took a lot of photos in Havana Centro. Here are my favorites of the lot.