Time: 10:10pm,
Temperature outside: -13℃,
In TV: nothing worth watching...
In the evenings like this, in order not to fall into total depression, I'm sometimes reminiscing distant (and warmer!) places we visited. One of such spots was a famous walkway near the sea - Malecón.
With all of the people walking around, street musicians playing traditional cuban folk music on their instruments and feeling the warmth of the fading sun on my skin, I could say, that there was something magical in this part of Havana.