22/11/2011 Chavelis — Havana Cuba

Walking back from the rumba class I spotted this girl with a group of her friends. A lot of giggles and “You must give us diniro!” I pulled a piece of paper from my pocket and asked her to write her name down for me.

23/11/2011 Michael — El Floridita, Havana Cuba

Having just left El Floridita (where Hemingway preferred to drink his daiquiris) Michael was sitting on his bicitaxi waiting for a fare. I didn’t have my camera with me on this occasion, but a friend lent me hers to take this picture.

25/11/2011 Marco — The Prado, Havana Cuba

On my early morning walks along the Prado to the waterfront, it was usually quiet, only a few people heading off to work, and perhaps a couple of guys sweeping the patterned terrazzo. By the time I returned there were a few more people milling about, enjoying the pleasant morning temperature before day warmed up. This is Marco from Italy. 

25/11/2011 Reynaldo — The Prado, Havana, Cuba

There are many Cubans who see a foreign visitor as a potential source of easy revenue. “Just one peso Señor!” Worth 24 times their own national peso, it's hardly surprising many give it a try. Reynaldo was sitting quietly on one of the marble benches on the Malecon, and by his mild manners I could tell he wasn't a born hustler. I pointed to his T-shirt and asked if Che was his hero (or something like that). “Yes Che,” he replied, smiling. “Also Castro, and ...” (someone else). I didn't catch the name so he got out a small plastic wallet in which, amongst other things, were credit card sized reproductions of Che, Castro and Camilo Cienfuegos, whose face I recognised, but his name was less familiar to me. Of all the heroes of the revolution Camilo Cienfuegos was his favourite. Before we parted he insisted I have one of the prints of Che.