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Let them sell cake

It was a Sunday afternoon, and we had been through Havana's famous cemetery. Contrary to the impression conveyed by the guidebooks, the cemetery turns out to be crumbling just like the city.

A few blocks away, we stopped at a a fast food joint for drinks and fried chicken. The girl with the cake was asking $2.

Nearby, a gray-haired lady only smiled.

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