The it was back to the hotel via the Floridita Bar, said to be where Hemingway hung out and drank daiquiris.
But something really interesting happened as the group was entering the bar, a hear a woman saying, "We are not free, we are not free!" I look around and spot her moving slowly away from us repeating the statement. Since I had a better understanding of what it was like to be a regular Cuban once I began to read Yoani Sanchez's blog, I replied "I know sister, I know".
We had a quick bite at the hotel and got ready to go to Fototeca in a huge herd of pedi-cabs like this one
Wish my photos of that excursion had turned out, as some of the pedicab drivers were racing each other over the very uneven streets of old Habana. This photo was taken outside of our hotel, which was located in the central square of Habana Vieja, very close to the Capitolio, which is almost a replica of our Capitol in DC. After the revolution of 59, it now houses a science museum but the building was close due to construction as so many places in old Havana are it seemed.
It was woinderful to have Enrique show his most famous series of black and white work - the harvesting and refining of sugar cane. He's one of Cuba's most respected photographers and is now said to be discovering the worlds of digital and color. As he said at his lecture, "I'm not an old dog".