Cuba pt.7

We went to some sort of nursing home thing across the bay this day. The old folks were nice and the scenery was the same.



Interesting hats for Cuba. Representing the grand ole USA: Branson, MO and the ATL.






Outside, I looked up.




And I looked down. Always lookin' down.




Dogs of all sizes.


Back on our side of the bay, Jake and I took a walk.








This lil fella was trying to ride this thing in a street that had the same consistency of sand. Poor guy, but he seems to be having a good time.


Towards the malecon.