When I got to the University, I was glad for the shade of a huge ceiba tree (as identified to me by a helpful student), where I sat and drew the aggressively classical architecture of the Mathematics Faculty. And the less classical Ladas in front of it. This is the most important building on campus, I was told by another helpful student, because it is where the Cuban communist party was started. The students were definitely an earnest lot, although I did see one large group gathered around a laptop looking at what seemed to be the viral video of the day. Or perhaps a speech by Fidel?
After the long walk, I was saved from starvation by a passing tamale vendor, and from complete exhaustion by a cocotaxi ride back to old Havana via the Malecon (seawall). And then by one of Cuba's great contributions to the world, a mojito. Bartender Wilson at 304 O'Reilly - a trendy private restaurant where me and my buddy Mick hang out* when he's not playing concerts to 500,000 Cubans - is a legend-to-be and his cocktails works of art. The mojito disappeared before I could draw it, so I had to order a Havana special for sketching purposes.
I was actually sitting at the rooftop extension of the restaurant across the street, so had a view of a typical apartment, or probably 3 or 4 intertwined apartments, in a well preserved building.
And then, because Havana is pretty much completely safe, I could hang out on the street and draw after dark, while music played in several directions, people strolled by, little kids played games in the streets, and the older kids hung out in a doorway and were cool. But not so cool that they couldn't send one of the group over to see what I was doing and give me compliments on the drawing.
* Not at the same time