On my most recent trip to Habana, my friends and I tried to visit a family we met a few months before. We found the correct building and doorway, but were told that the family no longer lived there. We were offered entry and a tour by the current occupant, as if to assure us that our family friends were gone.
It turned out that most of the building was abandoned. We were guided four rooms deep and three floors up through a maze of stairs and doorways until we emerged on the roof. We were within one block of the new hotel construction on the Prado.
I found myself wondering if this old building would be rebuilt or torn down to make room for another new hotel. I also wondered where all the families had gone.