Havana Photo Diary
Havana is a city like no other, it beats you up and spits you out but the only way to take it is to go along for the ride. Restaurants are closed when they’re supposed to be open, beer is served out of cans in top hotels, wifi is nearly non-existent, food is below average and tourists seem to fail at every hurdle because Cubans have a system but one which seemingly makes no sense. All that being said, Havana is disarmingly charming, Cubans are wonderfully helpful and the city is exhilaratingly alive. Arriving in Havana is like stepping back in time, American cars from the 50’s and their cacophonous beeping dominate the roads among them convertible Chevrolets, Buicks and Cadillacs of every hue and former colonial mansions crumble in dire need of restoration. The architecture is a mix-match of different styles and vibrant colours, Baroque, Moorish and Art Nouveau buildings that are half dilapidated and half restored. But this is what makes Havana so undeniably charming and sets it apart from any other city in the world. It’s a place of decayed elegance, a former rich man’s city of grandiose architecture left to crumble.