Gran Teatro. Stunning.
The Partagas cigar factory.
Not a single women rolled a cigar on her thighs.
But pretty cool to watch it all in action.
See what I mean about the hotel view.
Capitolio and Gran Teatro to the right, Belle Arts to the left.
You should have seen the hotel Dad had picked out.
Brett, Dean, it was New Orleans all over again - communist style.
Dona Teresa.
A little Havana colour and atmosphere.
Yes that's right, another daiquiri.
The mojitos really were pretty terrible.
Chronologically this was the night we thought would be our last in Havana.
But turned out I would be back at this rooftop pool bar again.
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