While Havana didn’t always feel like I imagined it would feel, I found it to be one of those rare places that looked the same in real life as it did in pictures. There were the groups gathered on the Malecón to socialize, grand hotels that probably held interesting stories of opulence and indulgence in bygone times, the classic cars still moving along with the help of Cuban ingenuity. And of course, there was the fascinating juxtaposition of decaying and refurbished; buildings that have been left to crumble alongside those that have been renovated and painted in shades of saltwater taffy.
People gather on the Malecón, Havana’s living room.
A father holds his daughter’s hand as she walks on the seawall.
A tall building stands out in a row of buildings in various states.
A row of colorful buildings across from the Malecón
Cathedral de la San Cristobal in Old Havana.
A bakery in Old Havana.
A statue in Hotel Florida in Old Havana
The classic Cuban must-shoot.
A market in Old Havana.
Clothes hanging to dry outside of windows, a very common scene in Cuba.
A street leading to the former Capitol Building.