This evening I went through the photographs that I took during my short stay. They take me right back to a remarkable-looking Havana - crumbling brightly coloured paint, worn exteriors of the splendid buildings, battered old posters, stranded vintage automobiles (petrol was scarce), and the few shops that had not shut down selling things like unwanted and warped 3D postcards of Red Square.
|close-up of a communal noticeboard,1st May 1992|
|everywhere, abandoned gas-guzzling cars of a by-gone time|
|queues round the block for the local cinema|
|beautiful decollage of film posters|
|Cold War shopfront & LP record seller|