We had to walk through an old building, up 4 or 5 flights of steps, but came out in a marvelous rooftop restaurant where we drank and ate...
On our final day in Cuba, Rad got us these old taxies, brightly colored convertibles, Ours was a 55 Chevy with a 4 cylinder Russian engine. From our spot in Havana, we drove out to a little fishing village far away for a fresh caught dinner that was another exotic adventure that could have stood all alone.....
