The main justification of my weekend in Miami this past February was really to visit and explore the area of Little Havana, a neighborhood filled with Cuban restaurants, cheap knick-knack shops and voodoo boutiques.
After attempting to get information on the area from our hotel and miserably failing, (the concierge unhelpfully told us that the area was unsafe and that we would be much better to take a tour on a bus offered by the hotel), we decided to go it alone, hopping a cab and telling him to take us to the neighborhood and drop us off on the street.
A $30 cab ride later, we found ourselves on a large, busy street with no real idea of where to go. So we started walking.
Little Havana turned out to be a fascinating cultural experience. Sure, the wide streets, cars and architecture were all very American, but the people, the shops, and overall experience were not. Signs in English were few and far between, and a real highlight soon into the adventure turned out to be a Cuban pastry shop where two delicious sweets cost a mere $1.
I could describe in detail all of the adventures, but I feel the pictures speak better for themselves.
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