The Malecon

We were coming to the end of time in Cuba, and the one thing we hadn't done that I believe is a must was walk the Malecon (pronounced, well, depending on who you talk to).

We didn't want to do it at the end of our time in the Cuban Art museum -- we were worn to a nub, and it was still pretty hot.  (Our decision was reinforced by Paul's perspective later that night at dinner, which was that it too darn hot while the sun was up).

So, we had our chocolate ice cream and sparkling water at the cafeteria (when we showed up, the workers immediately started putting our snack together for us!), and chilled in the room for a bit.

Then we walked from the hotel down to the Malecon.  The sun was still going down, and the broad sidewalks of the Malecon were starting to fill up with people, including musicians, lovers, and friends.  There was no threat or danger -- just relaxed walking along and looking at the ocean, El Morro, and back toward/past the hotel.

I got a pretty shot of a trumpet player on the sea wall as it was getting dark (see below).  There would have been more people if we waited even longer to go out, but it was a relaxed vibe -- we probably walked a half mile or so before turning back.

Proof the El Morro lighthouse works

Late into the sunset.  The two towers are the Hotel.

Cool shot here.