HAVANA -- It's very early nights toward Malecon, Havana's breathtaking coastal boulevard. The young miniskirted girls try out in the newest wet pink-blue air, tugging from the male travelers, flirting, offering to invest the evening with dudes of sufficient age to be its grandfathers in exchange for a six-package regarding Coke, entry to a good discotheque and $6.
Lisa, a pretty, 13-year-old bleached blonde, personifies which city's go back to the fresh new decadence that Fidel Castro's revolution was designed to get rid of over thirty years before.