Havana...some images

The cigar workers deftly roll their particular brands while a reader reads them the daily newspaper or a novel of their choice.
The city is filled with bright 50's models American cars kept running and shiny by inexplicable means.
Music pours out of every bar and club in the Old City in Latin rhythms that demand you dance.
As the hot day cools down, a shirtless man sits on hid doorstep ready to help confused tourists.
The camera obscura atop the hotel in Plaza Vieja provides a live image of Havana at work.
In the Cathedral Square on the balcony of a stately colonial era building, Cubans sit, cool down, hang out their laundry.
Laundry hangs from windows no matter where you go--the Old City, Vedado, on small balconies, on balconies high up on large apartment buildings.
Trees explode with yellow, orange and red flowers and drip with ripening mangos.
Windows along the narrow cobbled streets have no glass, but only iron bars allowing tourists to peek into the small cramped and modest rooms which are appointed with near shabby fixtures.
The elementary school children in their red, white and blue uniforms sit two to a small aged desk in a sadly tiny room. They smile broadly as they greet in unison a foreign visitor.