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private ownership, and hanging a commercial sign
            is prohibited. More often than not, a chalk board
            on the sidewalk is the only public notice.
              The trio of young chefs who expertly manned
            the brick oven had perfected their trade in Italy.
            They slipped wooden pizza paddles in and out of
            the brick oven at record speed to the sound of a
            boombox vibrating with Cuban tunes. As we left,
            satiated with chicken piccata and heaping bowls
            of seafood fettucine, our waitress grabbed my
            arm and insisted we take a spin on the pavement.
              Music of a different era enlivened the Hotel Na-
            cional de Cuba, a mafia hangout before the Cuban
            revolution. A trio of musicians serenaded us as we
            downed one mojito and then another beneath vin-
            tage portraits of international celebrities. In
            decades past, the edifice echoed with the foot-
            steps of Winston Churchill, Ava Gardner, Frank
            Sinatra, Jean Paul Sartre, Yuri Gagarin, Lucky Lu-
            ciano, and other world-famous luminaries. It even
            hosted a battle in 1933. The battle of The Hotel
            Nacional de Cuba pitted the Cuban army against
            non-commissioned officers who supported Bat-
            tista. Ensconced in deep armchairs in one of the
            oceanfront salons, we sipped mojitos and tapped
            our feet to our private WWII musical interlude.
              We had barely downed our last mojito when
            Carlos introduced us to Yordanka, the driver of an
            eye-popping ‘52 royal blue convertible Buick.
              “There are very few women drivers in Havana,”
            said the attractive brunette. “I studied to be an
            accountant, but I can’t support my family on the
            government’s $35 a month.” Like Carlos, she too
            felt the pinch of the US embargo. “And so I drive a
            classic car!” The government keeps a stable of
            several hundred of these classic autos, and leases
            them out to (mainly male) drivers for a hefty
            monthly fee. She drove us, top down, through Ha-
            vana’s leafier districts until we reached the enor-
            mous Plaza de la Revolución. A large portrait of
            Cuba’s revolutionary hero, Che Guevara, cast a
            benign stare from nearby buildings onto tourists
            examining the rows of vintage cars on the plaza.
            Many cars advertised ”In Havana, you can rent
            your fantasia”.
              In addition to music and vintage cars, Cubans
            are renowned for their agricultural expertise. The
            island has long practiced ecological growing


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