Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Grande Dame and her Man

We're staying in the Nationale Hotel in Havana-an elegant Grande Dame for the 1930's filled with threadbare sofas, tobacco stained lampshades, halls of photos of famous people and zillions of fat, sweaty foreign tourists. She must be in profound mourning. In the garden nearby, for no apparent reason, is a Cuban Vitruvian man - exercising his proportions between the tanks from the Revolution and the tunnels of the Bay of Pigs. These clashes are exhausting.

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Steps and stairs

Stracciatella (chocolate chip gelato) is easily burned off one step at a time.

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