Havana Daydreaming

Havana Daydreaming 1 - Watercolor, ink, - 8 x 10.5 inches.

The cab driver at the airport in Havana was confused when I asked him to drive us to O'Reilly Street. My Spanish is pretty good, so his confusion confused me. In a moment all became clear: The driver, and everyone else we later encountered in the city, called the street "O Relly," without pronouncing the "i."

The lady in this sketch lived across from us on O Relly St. Drying sheets and clothing outdoors is a daily activity in most of Old Havana. The city radiates light and color, so in my eyes laundry draped over balconies simply added rainbows to the mix. But it was impossible to ignore memories of Switzerland and Lugano, where I lived twice: there you can be fined for hanging out laundry in public view. Playing loud music in public, or anywhere else, is also frowned upon.

In contrast, Havana would not be Cuba without music in the streets, and everywhere else. Spend a few minutes walking and you will be offered tickets to at least 5 or 6 Buena Vista Social Clubs. Do any of those places actually exist? Or are the tickets "chanchullos," street swindles?

I'll post more sketches of Havana soon, along with thoughts of music and street scams. Meanwhile, let's leave the lady on the balcony in peace as she observes life on the street: vendors of mangoes and avocados, cruising DeSotos, Buicks and Chevrolets from the 1950's, and elderly women in white dresses and turbans smoking cigars. She'll make sure the laundry is indoors before afternoon storms drench everything. I imagine she's also hearing guitars and dreaming of rainbows, elsewhere perhaps.

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