I've had enough of long hair.
And she is my hairdresser. Wait let me share one more picture.
Well, this process was not over. But that's not what I'm here to talk about, it's about a ride my Bianchi and I enjoyed to the Havana neighbourhood of Vedado with the aim of visiting this beauty salon. Approximately 22 km round trip.
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I've been a bit dumbfounded by this photo she took of me to show me my grey hair.
No worries, I like them, and riding my road bike makes me look younger.
When I left the hairdresser's I walked a bit through these cobbled streets.
It was exactly here, at H Street and 15th Street. This is the view towards 23rd Street.
I went to the opposite side looking for LĂnea street and from there I took a few photos so that you could see what beautiful houses and the landscape of this beautiful area of Vedado.
There I left the green car behind... those kids coming back from school were running very happy and I took the picture.
These houses are in H before reaching Linea Street. It is nice to walk around and admire these beauties of our eclectic architectural heritage.
When I got to LĂnea Street I still didn't get on my bike to take a few photos.
Someone wrote on the sign, âmore of the sameâ. Who knows what he/she was thinking, if was complaining, if was longing for a change in some specific situation he/she was going through... Like me. There are things I wish were different, but they are not, and I have no choice but to accept and keep in silence.
More houses...
I walked to I Street (the next block) to photograph the Beth Shalom Synagogue. This building has always attracted my attention.
Back on LĂnea Street, I had to cross the street to start my way back home.
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I cycled to the Trianon theatre, which is just before Paseo Avenue. There I spent a few minutes in the café next door, sitting at one of the tables, watching the people passing by and drinking something I like very much. I also chatted with a stranger who was drinking beer. Not because I was looking for a chat, but because an incident happened there that triggered it. He confessed to me that he was feeling a bit disoriented, not because of his drinking, but because he wasn't making sense of his life.
It seems that he is waiting for papers to move to Spain. By the way, I am glad to know that my friends there are all well. I saw hard images of what the DANA caused. đ„
When I looked above the door of the cafeteria I saw this detail and here I share it with you.
I drove down Paseo to 7th Street and went to 12th and up to 23rd Street.
The traffic light at 9th and 12th was not working and this policewoman was doing her job very well, which kept us waiting for a few minutes that were a long, long time.
The next stop was over the Almendares river bridge, but the photo I took of the river didn't look good, so I owe it to you.
In front of the Marianao Library I found this shoe.
And this hammer on the globe. I can't tell you who the author of these works is. Everything went quickly, in fact I always pass there by car or bus. Lately I've been cycling more, and it's very easy to get off the bike and go there, so I'll find out at some point. Forgive my ignorance.
This is what this corner looks like.
I crossed the street towards the castle, which always catches my eye, photographed it and took 100th Street, passing 51st Street, and headed for home. As you can see, the clouds announced that night would soon begin to fall.
I hope you have enjoyed this tour. I really enjoyed it and I really need to cycle. It rejuvenates me, I feel it's very liberating as well. Life throws a lot of challenges at us and sometimes you need to release those thoughts a little bit. My relationship with the bike and that adrenaline is not that it makes me forget things, but it relieves certain not so happy situations, waitings, and events that really won't come because I anxiously want them to come.
My imagination is proverbial, what I think may never even happen. So I refuse to be a sad cyclist, I refuse... let's keep showing the beautiful, the good and also what defines us. Places, events... life.
Thank you all for being here.
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