The music. The dance. The heat. The old cars shuddering along the Malecón as the waves crash along the shore. The daiquiris, the mojitos, sipped in Hemingway’s old haunts. The cigars and colourful dresses and crumbling architecture and constant sunshine. Old Havana – Habana Vieja – is a film set, a step into the past, a sensory overload of colour and rhythm and taste, and however long you spend here, it will never quite be enough.
Aside from its visual beauty, Havana is a whole city full of poets and musicians. Theatres, book stalls, jazz concerts, poetry readings, stalls selling maracas and claves, the Casa de la Música, the National Ballet, the Theatre, art openings on every street corner, open studios along the Malecón – the art, literature and performing arts here are overwhelming.