Sunrise in Havana. The first photo is a view of the city from the area of \u200b\u200bEl Vedado. To the right and bottom is Centro Habana. He had an urge to go there, but first things first: the Plaza of the Revolution. 
During the morning in the Plaza of the Revolution, with the iconic building of the Ministry of Interior, Commander with the face of Ernesto "Che" Guevara. What I'm looking from that position is the José Martí Memorial, the huge tower that appears in the following picture.
The Memorial to the towering national hero stands on the side of the Plaza. A Soviet monumentalism air wraps its architectural lines. I do not know if it's suggestion, because the building was completed in 1958, a year before the Revolution.
This is the highest point in Havana (109 meters high): the last level of the Memorial. There I see myself in one of the five-pointed star. It can be seen throughout the city from here.
Chinatown. Seen from the plaza paifang (arc Chinese) Dragon Street, and behind him, the Telefónica building. I later learned that Cuba was a pioneer in the implementation of telecommunications systems, from the late nineteenth century. Himself Antonio Meucci, Italian inventor of the telephone, he lived in Havana most of his life.
The Capitol, the seat of government before 1959. It was completed in 1929, and is another example of a country that was at the forefront until the start of the absurd that the U.S. economic embargo has dealt for decades. Go back more years yet and go to La Habana Vieja. 
The famous corner of the oldest sector of the city in full: the Cathedral Square, the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Immaculate Conception. It was built in 1788 and is part of the area declared by UNESCO as World Heritage. The rich colonial architecture and well preserved surroundings contrasts with the more residential neighborhoods new, a few blocks away are crumbling at the years. We'll see you later. 
This concerned me a little earlier. A neat colonial street, unharmed, colorful and picturesque area of \u200b\u200bLa Habana Vieja. It is understandable, because we must take advantage of something after years of deadlock. Tourism is a growing industry in Cuba, and there are many English hand it today.
This is the true face of an isolated Cuba. Here is the facade of a typical house in the neighborhood after the Malecon in Havana, old, peeling, rusty, forgotten, yet magnetic. Like some of these buildings. Perhaps the nostalgia of bygone dates, or perhaps the strength of a people resisting today despite the blockade, stoic, as this building and live there. Some of these buildings succumb over the years, debris scattered on the floor centenary, but still retains most gallantly his personality intact.
A dark alley either. It is not so recondite it shows the top of a Gothic Church of Havana Centro, but focuses on what we can find themselves in the endless passages are crossed as we delve into popular Havana, and that leads us to lose ourselves in an endless web of dilapidated houses with clothes outstretched, barefoot children playing baseball and pre-1960's cars parked beside puddles. It feels strange to walk around security, despite what common sense would dictate. Cubans can criticize the system or complaining of shortage, as any citizen of any country, but remain aligned, loyal to the regime, with a consequence that cops. The revolution comes before Fidel and Martí: it's like if it came in the genes.
Did you forgot, outdated land? You Martí you saw who was born in your goodness you're
Today humanity and febrile Resisting
pay your freedom
may fall per thousand houses of this city shows subtle
you what is in truth
Sometime perhaps we forget that we were in the Caribbean in the tropics it. Where once the radiant sun beat in a few minutes we dark clouds looming over the capital, threatening a botched insurance. The wind rises in El Morro. This is a view from Havana East. From this point, with Havana background, my wife and I thanked each other for joining us on this journey.
must return to Cuba.
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