on the corner of the block where i stayed in central havana
arrived at the beach and this was the only other woman there, hiding under some shade. we later realized this is a gay beach. people there seemed not keen on being photographed.
kathryn shooting her leica q
David Alan Harvey shooting Kathryn and Yanet for his book
chang and his lady
half the cars in the street are classics.
this is across the street from the upscale restaurant
electronics repair shop running out of someone's house.
this guy, Popó, invited me to come pick coconuts with them. 830am on saturday. i didn't show.
tourist hustlers outside a hotel
lots of books, in english and spanish. photos of cuban political leaders. typewriters...and more.
a woman sells rosaries and other trinkets. another woman leaves church.
a man selling cookies. these vendors walk down the street shouting what they have for sale. a bread man started down my street at 630am each morning.
i asked the man to take his photo and he agreed. i asked the woman and she agreed, then asked for a dollar. i gave it to her. the man ran over and asked why i didn't give him a dollar. i gave it to him and took this pic of them with their money. tourist hustling.
this woman ran a cafeteria from her home
this couple just exited the line behind them, which was to purchase internet access cards. you need these to access hotspots around the city. for each person in line, expect a 5-10 minute wait.
i saw these dancers just after their show ended at a nearby hotel. i asked to take some photos in a stairwell. they obliged me.
a barber. he offered to trim my beard. i had a straight razor shave instead. his chair was a rickety office chair, raised from the floor with a homemade wooden pallet.
i was surprised to see apple branding in various places around the city.
it was a calm game, but there was some occasional trash talk. note the seats.
part of a dance crew brought in for a photo shoot at the hotel
yanet took this of me and Mr Harvey after a dinner we had nearby
bicitaxi, MB style
at hotel sevilla. live music performances regularly each day in the lobby or courtyard.
yanet dancing in the water.
david alan harvey shooting fujifilm x-t2
yanet is teaching kathryn some moves and the rest of us are shooting
these cuban gentlemen, and many others like them, were outside the hotels every day offering rides, guided tours, habanos (cuban cigars), and more to tourists. aggressive salesmen.
right outside my front door
just before sunrise about a block from the malecon
residential area. at bottom left is a cafetería, which is a home selling food.
a produce market
what used to be someone's house in old havana
non-refrigerated meat markets were all around. unsettling.
walkways, doorways, windows are mostly covered in bars
chilling young coconuts for street sale
another neighbor hanging around the coconut cart.
this was the home of a man who invited us in to take pics. he does this often to make money. his house is full of interesting things.
fidel, raul, che, et al. and some photos tourists have printed and given to him from their visits to his home.
photographer friend, leysis quesada.
vendors outside the church. the woman on the right was insisting i buy flowers.
i was told this building was starting to fail, so it was reinforced with this wooden frame.
as i clicked, i realized this woman did not want her photo taken.
havana - under new development
chang stopped at this mans food cart for a tamal and bought one for each of us. this is some kind of hot sauce he's applying from a ketchup bottle.
this is outside a hotel with wifi. you can see these men on their devices. inside were dozens more people doing the same.
and a young mans game around the corner. i didn't expect to see this kind of fashion in cuba. this game was for money.
a model that was also part of the scene
another one by yanet
school kids on break, talking to passers by
and in the sand
toes in the sand
kathryn smoking a cohiba
i was surprised to see american flags flying anywhere here.
this guy was selling beverages out of his home. i bought a coffee.
hang drying is pretty standard practice. some buildings share a washer.
i was charged $8 for this pineapple. i paid in CUC instead of CUP, meaning i overpaid 24x. this guy gladly accepted.
lukewarm meat for sale
vendors are constantly in the streets selling produce, baked goods, sweets, and various prepared foods.
i bought one of these for $2. then another a few hours later for $3...from the same two guys.
i did not expect to see locals wearing michael kors
tire repair shack
this area was flush with hotels, tourists, and old cars available to escort you around town for a fee.
that's a cat in her stroller. the line behind her is for western union. US credit cards don't work in cuba. i saw no atm machines.
a santera with her spirit doll
people are commonly passing time in their doorways, watching the streets. tourists look on them like the street is a huge exhibit.
at the malecon on a windy evening.
a zapatero (cobbler) down the street from my airbnb
much of the area had no crosswalk signage, so jaywalking is pretty standard
headed to the beach in an old american car.
kathryn is also a budding photographer.
chang, a cuban photographer who helped guide us around havana
kathryn and an old car parked in old havana
walking through an arts district, we saw a man giving another man tango lessons. yanet has been wanting to learn so she jumped in.
to the left was a very nice upscale looking restaurant amid poverty and modern ruins in old havana.
this guy agreed to let me photograph him, then asked me for a dollar after.
after i took the previous pic, this man started talking to me. he told me he'd be 100 years old the following wednesday and invited me to his party.
birdcages mounted on the wall
this man was a knife sharpener. he noticed i took this photo and told me to give him a dollar. we had a brief stare down when i said no.
i asked where they got the coconuts and how many they sold per day. they said about 100 coconuts per day. they wake up each morning to climb trees and pick them. the young boy and these vendors lived in the building behind them with the blue wall (not together). i stayed in the unit next-door, in the walkway you see to the left.
this is the man, in the mirror, looking at a pic of his mother.
that's his wife in the background. a friend of mine pointed out to me that the american flag pictured here is the 48-state variety.
i was worried this dog might hang himself
i did not see any modern power tools
a young zapatero fixing shoes in the stairwell of his building.
this man was selling raw meat out of the trunk of his car
coolest taxis i've seen anywhere
remnants of a chicken sacrifice, a cuban santeria practice.
an artist and her works for sale in her home
old men playing dominoes down the street from where i stayed
a band playing at hotel sevilla
the whole crew along with some hotel staff and david alan harvey