On our 2nd day of Cuba, after waking from a wonderful warm sweet rest, we walked through the streets of Havana. 
As I type those previous words, I am still in unbelief. The words are on this virtual page; we walked the streets of Havana. 
It happened. It was a real moment. We were there. It really happened? Yes.
The architecture of the city has markings and evidence of all its days. Some structures still have evidence of last night's party make-up still on. That tough opulent mascara is a pain to erase. Why erase it? 
Other areas of the city are hungry for new and the word yes. Like the arts district. Full of new, unruly, seasoned but with a new spice.
The parks are filled with local life. The now. The news. The updates. The gossip. The friendship. The warmth. 
We stayed out all day and watched the sun kiss all the areas of Havana, us included too!