Trinidad is one of the best-preserved cities in Cuba from the time when the sugar trade was the main industry in the region: the atmosphere among the cobblestone streets, the houses in pastel colors with wrought-iron grilles and the colonial-era buildings is magical.
Like in many cuban cities, there life is slow paced. Men sat outside the door talking each others quietly playing chess; children on the streets playing football; old women were embroidering on their rocker chairs.
We happily got lost in the streets to get a glimpse of how is living in a nice city like that. People have a hard time under the rule of Castro, and their poverty sometimes literally hurts, but somehow they’re always happy and warm. Something to think about during at home, I think.
Ps. Giving a second look to the photos of Cuba I realized I’m in a sort of ‘Blue period’: I apologize, but I can’t help taking photos of all the pretty blue things I came across.
Nearby Trinidad, there’s a lovely beach called Playa Ancòn. The temperature was like hell, so the second day we decided to take a break to enjoy a little of beach life. We also did a dive, but honestly it didn’t worth the price.