Ah, the Casino Campestre - billed in the guide books as Cuba's largest urban park. Sundays are very quiet in Cuba, and with the sun shining and a gentle breeze I was looking forward to lying in the park and escaping into a good book.
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| Fidel making an appearance in the right hand corner... |
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| More revolutionary musings |
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| Sort of Henry Moore-esque |
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| Love this Heath Robinson-style candy floss machine |
I had a bit of a surprise when I arrived and found it to be strangely Soviet-looking, a bit rough around the edges and with vast expanses of concrete paving. It wasn't quite what I had in mind but I warmed to it nonetheless. There was a lot to observe, not least the groups of children and dads playing contentedly for hours with flimsy handmade kites. At the risk of sounding naive, it seemed they could teach us a lot about imagination, concentration spans and the simplicity of play. I guess that's the result of living in a country without advertising and with a limited choice of children's toys.
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