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Another view along Havana's waterfront breakwater.
This Che display is on the Secret Service building. I've just been reading about Che, and many claim he was a real nasty person who was Castro's bloodthirsty executioner, responsible for thousands of deaths. Not really the type of icon you'd want to have as the tourist icon he is on every sort of tourist merchandise available.
Here we are off the beaten track in Havana, in the non-tourist part of the city.
Unless the government decides it's necessary, most of the litter does not get picked up.
This morning, May 31, we woke up to cool temps, and then it snowed.
We nor the plants were impressed, then the power went out for 2 hours.
For the briefest of moments we thought we were living in Calgary, the land of 4 season days.
The next bunch of photos, today and the next few days, were taken in Habana, Cuba, pretty much off the beaten path and the tourist district. Out here is where the real Habanans live.
This mural at the "V" of the start of a street is a sinister face.
I took this shot of the College Education Center, Nipissing University and Canadore College, as we were on our approach to land.
The grey house in the middle with the "L" shaped dock belongs to the Butcher and his lovely wife Karen.
Here's an overview of North Bay and Trout Lake in the distance to the east as we headed back to the airport to land.
This is another overhead shot of "the compound".
Yesterday evening, the Butcher took me for an aerial spin over Trout Lake. He handles the "stick" with way more control than he does on the ice.
Looking eastward over Trout Lake.
Today we look at some of the modes of transportation in Cuba.
Trucks are used as taxis and buses.
I finally enclosed the wood shed. I started last fall and did all the sides except the front. Over the past couple of days I made the doors and finished the front side.
Here's a "before" photo of the garden shed, just after it was built, and the wood shed on the right - huge difference.

These two photos are of the bar Hemingway used to frequent in downtown Habana. It was pretty jammed inside, so we just cruised on by.