Centro Habana is alive and bustling
It’s where I prefer to stay
The bici-taxis, motor cycles, motor bikes, and cars (both old and new) dodge and weave their way through streets full of children playing, old folks with canes or walkers, young people in a hurry, and
those just hanging out and talking.
The beeps, toots, whistles, rings, or blaring Reggaeton music warn all to step out-of-the-way.
Somehow it works.
It’s amazing that there are not a rash of accidents.