It is a city and its alleys. There are people who pass by and meet to each other. The beauty of ruined buildings and the sadness of those same buildings in rubble. Bicycle-taxis, American cars and citadels. Doors and walls. The walls and Yulier P’s sad-beautiful graffiti. An Old Havana, a very old one.
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1. Photo: Osbel Concepción.
Photo: Osbel Concepción.
2. Photo: Osbel Concepción.
Photo: Osbel Concepción.
3. Photo: Osbel Concepción.
Photo: Osbel Concepción.
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