Another time-warp feature of Cuba is the cars, which include a load of US 1950s cadillacs (they come one layer lower in the Cuban vehicle stratigraphy than the Ladas). We were unable to resist taking one of these (pictured above) to go out to Ernest Hemingway's house just outside the city. Hemingway, who lived, wrote, fished and drank in Cuba for many years, on and off, from the 1930s till just after the revolution. Although he left pretty soon after Castro came to power, his few remarks on the new regime can fairly easily be taken as broadly supportive, and there are one or two pictures of him with Castro (most notably and characteristically at a fishing competition -- the daughter with one on the left).
After Che and Jose Marti, he seems the closest thing to a Cuban national hero. His numerous watering holes in the centre of Havana certainly boast of their famous client (and one, La Floridita, which was near our hotel, even has a nasty bronze <?> sculpture of him propping up the bar). And his books are everywhere in a variety of languages. Books, I should say, are a big deal in Havana. The picture on the right is of a book launch in the open air...getting more than the numbers that usually go to a British book launch.
Anyway, the Hemingway house has been left as it was when it was confiscated (when Hemingway had left for Idaho -- and shortly to shoot himself). You cant actually walk into the house itself, but you can walk round the verandah and look into the rooms.
An odd idea at first