Bessemer Residents Eager for Lincoln Theatre Restoration – WBHM

Bessemer Residents Eager for Lincoln Theatre Restoration – WBHM

Posted 08-30-2019 by .

Old flyers and film spools sit on a desk in the Lincoln Theatre's projection room.

Old flyers and film spools sit on a desk in the Lincoln Theatre’s projection room.

Janae Pierre,WBHM

Acclaimed actor Andre Holland is best known for his role in the Oscar winning film Moonlight and playing Andrew Young in the movie Selma.  In 2017, Holland purchased the Lincoln Theatre in his hometown of Bessemer, Alabama.  It’s a historic theatre that needs restoration and Bessemer residents are excited about the potential.

The Lincoln Theatre opened in 1948 in Bessemer’s downtown district.  It was known as the cinema for African Americans until it closed in the early 70s.  The owner of a neighboring clothing store then used the theatre to store furniture, shoes and mannequins, and at some point it was also a wig store. But decades later, some of the theatre’s original features remain.

“The ticket booth is still here and upstairs a lot of the original projection equipment is still in the building and a few remnants of older artifacts are still around,” Mary Holland says. 


When her son, Andre, purchased the theatre a couple years ago his vision was to re-open it as a single-screen cinema and performing arts space. Andre lives in New York, so he left his mother in charge. 

“I think preserving it will help reenergize and rejuvenate the communities around it,” Holland says. “And hopefully turn this into the new entertainment district for the city of Bessemer.”

It looks like a big dusty warehouse, but you can tell it is a theatre by the slope of the floor. There are dozens of the original wooden theatre seats and on the ceiling there is a mural with swirls of green, orange and yellow.  Once the restoration is complete, organizers plan to offer performing space for plays, music lessons, art and more for Bessemer residents.

“I know for a fact that children in Bessemer are talented. I see it every day when I go to work,” says Temika Reasor, who works for the Bessemer City Schools System. “They just need the outlet.   This is the outlet and it could change so many different lives.” 

Reasor took a tour recently with her daughter Alexandria, who is a junior at Bessemer High School. She loves art and plays the cello. But getting to lessons, she says, is a hassle.


“The only way for me to play the cello is to go outside the Bessemer community, so I have to drive all the way to Homewood and Brookwood just to take music classes,” she says. 

To make it easier for kids like Alexandria to do what they love,  Holland has teamed up with the Birmingham-based project consultant who helped restore the Alabama and Lyric theatres.

The Alabama State Council on the Arts is funding a design plan for the Lincoln’s marquee and signage. The city of Bessemer has also committed $100,000 towards the restoration. 

Holland is excited the grants are rolling in, but says it’s not enough. The Lyric’s restoration cost nearly $11 million. The project consultant says the Lincoln rehab will cost about half that.  In the meantime, organizers have been focusing on cleaning up the theatre.  Holland says they have had help from dozens of volunteers, including a group from the Bessemer Historic Society. 

“We have great support from the community and so we’re just gonna claim that we’re gonna have it up and running in late 2020 or early 2021,” Holland says.

Holland is hopeful the project will attract additional financial support from outside Alabama.  Last week, nearly 100 filmmakers toured the theatre as part of an exclusive Sidewalk Film Festival retreat.

Does Art Restoration Risk Erasing the Past? –

Does Art Restoration Risk Erasing the Past? –

When Paris’s Notre-Dame cathedral became engulfed in flames earlier this year, its flèche (timber spire) split into pieces, sparking a debate about how best to approach its restoration. Pitching his design for a replacement roof, leading British architect Norman Foster noted the building’s long evolutionary history. Originally completed in the 13th century, Notre-Dame was ravaged by fires several times in subsequent centuries, prompting experimental 19th century architect Eugène Viollet-le-Duc to design the now-ruined spire in 1844. His version, which shaped the image of the cathedral as we know it today, differed from the original, being taller, sharper, and more decorative. Viollet-le-Duc did not seek to replicate the original; instead, he aimed for, as Foster described it in an interview with the Guardian earlier this year, ‘a combination of the dominant old with the best of the new’. In stark contrast, French architect Roland Castro called for an identical reconstruction of the spire, claiming: ‘Parisians just want it to be the same.’

The argument touches on questions of identity: if an object’s parts are replaced over time, does it remain the same object? If restoration is merely replication, then does it not become an act of enshrining, fictionalizing or even fetishizing the past – a nostalgic theatre of authenticity? Or, rather, in merging the old with the new, can it provide us with a teleological understanding of time, whereby the present improves the past as much as the other way around?

Popular awareness of restoration has increased significantly over the past few years. In July, Amsterdam’s Rijksmuseum prominently publicized the restoration of Rembrandt van Rijn’s baroque classic The Night Watch (1642), displaying and livestreaming the painting in a glass cube as it was scanned by researchers, curators and conservators as part of a €3 million project. Using advanced imaging technology to analyze the painting’s pigments and components, the restoration aims to preserve – or bring back? – some of the work’s original quality. But what is it about the process of restoration that’s so beguiling to the public eye?

‘People have shown extraordinary interest in our work recently,’ Babette Hartwieg, the leading restorer from Gemäldegalerie in Berlin, tells me. Last October, alongside an exhibition of paintings by renaissance masters Andrea Mantegna and Giovanni Bellini, the Gemäldegalerie presented a show titled ‘Bellini Plus: Research and Restoration’, which provided insights into techniques, object histories and questions of restoration. ‘Our profession is changing,’ Hartwieg adds, standing in front of Mantegna’s Presentation at the Temple (c.1455). ‘New means of analysis allow us to co-operate with curators much more closely today.’ Understanding how paintings were moulded, glazed, textured and restored in past centuries could help draw better conclusions regarding their genesis, she explains, and eventually also their meaning.

Hartwieg points towards a floral pattern on the right side of Presentation at the Temple. ‘What you can see here as blue used to be a luminous vermilion, but the colour has blackened over time. All of this can be seen with a microscope – which really is my all-time favourite instrument.’ When I ask if she would ever try to bring back the red colour, Hartwieg seems startled: ‘Of course not. We would have to overpaint! This we cannot do.’ Most of her professional time, she emphasizes, consists of analyzing and conserving, as opposed to actually restoring. ‘We want the works to be heard, but we also try to act as restrained as we possibly can.’

For Katharina Haider, from Bacon Art Conservation Studios in Berlin, the scale of influence in restoring is similarly minimal: ‘Whatever we do should be 100 percent reversible,’ is her golden rule. There are differences, too, though: the many living artists she works with can provide exact information on which materials to use. ‘Sometimes I just quietly roll my eyes when I hear their proposals,’ Haider admits. ‘Often, it’s really just about calming them. This goes for artists, gallerists and collectors alike.’ Haider’s studio looks a lot like a chemical laboratory. She specializes in synthetic materials and hoards whatever sticky, rusty, even yucky things she finds – from leathery coverings to yellowed sheet protectors. Haider’s all-time favourite material is partially gilded glass-fibre reinforced polymer. She shows me some transparent yellowish pieces of it that look like tokens; she used other parts of the same material to restore an outdoor sculpture by Niki de Saint Phalle.  

There are significant regional differences in contemporary restoration. Haider recounts how, recently, in Los Angeles, a monochrome artwork by Ellsworth Kelly was completely overpainted. ‘I’m not saying it was bad. The glossiness, the weld seam visibility, the cellulite varnish – all of this was done well. But the work’s aura? Well, it’s just gone.’ Haider recalls Walter Benjamin’s essay, ‘The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction’ (1935), in which he famously stated that an artwork’s aura – being tied both to presence and time – couldn’t be replicated. ‘The unique value of the “authentic” work of art has its basis in ritual,’ Benjamin wrote, adding that he saw this ritual as ‘thoroughly alive’. Haider notes: ‘People forget that the aura of an artwork is not just its materials at the time of its making; it’s something ingrown, and growing.’

Naturally, this prompts some questions in relation to artworks whose ephemerality is intentional. Fluxus artists Joseph Beuys and Dieter Roth, for instance, often created pieces to incorporate an element of gradual decay: Beuys’s Fettecke (Fat Corner, 1982) consisted entirely of butter; Roth made sculptures, such as Basel on the Rhine (1969), from chocolate. More recent examples include Michael Sailstorfer’s deteriorating tree installations (e.g. Forst, Forest, 2014). These works arguably unravel the aura, militating against the concept of restoration altogether. ‘The art world is changing,’ observes Haider, who, before she started Bacon Studios, used to curate time-based video installations at Tate in London. ‘Lots of techniques get lost with digitalization. That’s why I’m so fascinated by the Japanese approach to restoration. There, the object being restored is less important than the craft behind it: the craft itself is what actually needs to be preserved.’

Regarding the reconstruction of Notre-Dame, Hartwieg and Haider are similarly sceptical. ‘The building’s roof is irrevocably lost, so whatever is constructed will never be the same,’ says Hartwieg. ‘You cannot keep everything,’ emphasizes Haider. ‘This might sound like blasphemy but, to some extent, it’s also just the course of history.’ Both recalled the story of the Berlin Palace that, having suffered significant bomb-damage during World War II, was reconstructed in a style which overlooked the building’s complex history in favour of re-creating an emblem of bygone Prussia. As Benjamin wrote: ‘The instant the criterion of authenticity ceases to be applicable to artistic production, the function of art is reversed. Instead of being based on ritual, it begins to be based on another practice – politics.’

Main image: Operation Night Watch, 2019. Courtesy: Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Home and Away’s Patrick O’Connor just majorly embarrassed co-star Sophie Dillman – New Idea

Home and Away’s Patrick O’Connor just majorly embarrassed co-star Sophie Dillman – New Idea

Last month, the onscreen couple sat down to talk exclusively with New Idea about what it’s like to get hot and steamy on screen…and apparently, filming love scenes aren’t as fun as it looks.

“When we went to Parachilna, for the shower scene that we filmed, I didn’t actually get to shower so I was covered in stinky, smelly mud the whole time. Poor Paddy!” laughed Sophie.

Still theatres after all these years | By Poblocki Sign Company –

Still theatres after all these years | By Poblocki Sign Company –

August 30, 2019 – West Bend, WI – When Poblocki Sign Company began creating architectural signage in 1932, movie theaters were becoming the rage. Theaters had to capture attention from passing cars, and so the signage extended outward closer to the street and overhanging canopies were introduced.

West Bend Theatre sign

The blade signs on the side of the building allowed people to see the theater from a distance. There was scrollwork, chasing lights, hundreds of light bulbs, flashing words and a lot of excitement. The canopies earned the name “electric tiaras.”

Over the years, the theater signs have become a street marker and identification for area businesses directing customers. The signage has also started to deteriorate from weather, age and materials available at the time. Fortunately, there is a resurgence of people interested in preserving historical towns and buildings. Many communities involved in downtown revitalization and historical theater renovation have made signage the hallmark of their efforts.

The Historic West Bend Theatre in West Bend, Wisconsin opened in 1929 and has an active board of directors tasked with the theater restoration project. The fundraising goal to restore the theater is an aggressive $3.5 million. They have been overwhelmed by the outpouring of community support for this project as $2.3 million has already been donated by the community. Another $1.2 million will likely be raised through prospective government credits and grants.

The sentiment within the West Bend community is that this sign is an icon of the city. Many people are nostalgic and reminiscent of some childhood connection to the theater. Some contributors even had their first kiss there. This emotional remembrance has led to support unlike any the board have seen before on fundraising initiatives. The board is extremely grateful to the community and excited to return the theater to its grandeur.

The Historic West Bend Theatre will “re-light” their historic blade sign on Thursday, September 5 at 5:30 p.m. at 125 Main Street.

The “electric tiara” includes 478 light bulbs and 460 LED lamps within the blade sign. The sign has…. click HERE to read the rest of the story.

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Happy Birthday Havana, you’re 500 years young – Traveller

Happy Birthday Havana, you’re 500 years young – Traveller

 Days before we arrive in Havana, a friend is raving about the music. “On the streets, in bars, clubs, hotels… it’s everywhere,” she gushes, and on our first night, I’m raring to go. The hotel concierge knows of a Buena Vista club hidden down a dingy street with more cats than people outside. Up the stairs, we’re in a different world: a 15-piece Afro-Cuban band and suave vocalist have a room of boisterous South Americans in seventh heaven.

The next night, we’re walking along Calle Obispo, one of the city’s iconic arteries, when a five-piece combo starts up in a tiny bar. People gather to dance on the street. In a flash, so are we.

My friend is right. You can’t walk far in Havana, day or night, without hearing the infectious sounds of salsa and the joy of people swaying to the rhythm. I want to bottle this, yet a nagging voice in my head asks if it’s all just a show.

“Is all this music put on for tourists?” I ask our guide Ari. “Not at all. This is who we are,” he smiles. “Salsa is Cuba’s gift to the world.” Ari trained as an engineer, he has been to Europe and the US, but returned to live in Cuba. Ari is a patriot.

It’s a good time to be back. This year Havana celebrates its 500th anniversary and the city, like Rip Van Winkle, is waking from a long slumber. Although hardly anyone takes credit cards and Wi-Fi is a waste of time, new hotels, designer stores and restaurants are jostling with the faded glory of bygone days.

As the government dips its toe into capitalism, however, the people are proud of their communist legacy. Ari regales us with the achievements of Castro’s revolution – free education and healthcare, a high demand for Cuban doctors overseas, and even Havana’s great European buildings. The domed white capitol building on the city’s main thoroughfare, the Paseo de Marti, is modelled on the original in Washington DC, and is undergoing a lavish restoration ahead of the anniversary later this year.

We get a terrific view of the capitol on our tour of the Grand Theatre of Havana across the road. Now restored to its former glory, the theatre is a jaw-dropper, a soaring space of rich red seating and curtains, and compares favourably with similar icons in Buenos Aires and Naples. A few years ago, the theatre was renamed in honour of Cuba’s most famous dancer, Alicia Alonso, who performed all over the world despite partial blindness from the age of 19. Alonso is still alive today, aged 98, and a beautiful statue of her adorns the foyer.


Ari may be proud but he is not blind to the problems on the city streets. Most buildings are peeling like sunburnt skin, their exteriors blackened and crumbling from decades of neglect and lack of money. The government has a comprehensive plan to restore the major buildings – government offices, theatres, churches – but they can’t all be done at once. There’s just not enough money in the kitty, so choices have to be made.

You can see what he means about priorities at the Bar Floridita just off Parque Central. Renowned as Ernest Hemingway’s favoured watering hole, this 200-year-old landmark is painted in a distinctive “shabby chic” pastel rouge exterior. Tourists flock here to order daiquiris from waiters in white coats while a trio belts out Cuban standards in the corner. It’s a glorious cliché but I am addicted, and the exuberance lingers long after you leave.

So does the sight that greets you outside. Right behind Floridita stands a crumbling four-storey apartment block, colonnaded on one side and open to the elements on another. It looks like a scene from Syria. The buildings around here appear derelict but people are living in them, in very meagre circumstances.

The locals bear the brunt of inadequate infrastructure in other ways. Trucks with large tanks rumble along the streets every morning to deliver drinking water to designated drop-off points; people bringing their containers out must negotiate deeply rutted footpaths and some have potholes so deep  they are being used as de facto rubbish bins.

For the city’s 500th anniversary celebrations, the government has earmarked more than 1000 buildings and sites to be repaired. The centrepiece is the restoration of the Capitol, for which Russia is donating a gold leaf skin to wrap around the dome. Ari rolls his eyes at this decadence; he prefers the Japanese government’s gift: 100 rubbish trucks to help clean up the rubbish.


This contrast between faded glory and decay, high culture and pop, imbues Havana with an irresistible allure. Every second shop has photos of Fidel and Che in their 1960s fatigues, bursting with military charisma. Especially Che. Like Elvis, it’s as if he never died. It’s enough to make you want to buy a T-shirt.

And what is Che doing in most of these photos? Is he fighting? Is he galvanising a crowd? No, he’s chomping on a cigar – two Cuban icons for the price of one. The smell of cigars seems so normal here that I am almost tempted to try one (you don’t inhale).

But the urge quickly disappears when Ari takes us into a cigar tasting at the Conde de Villanueva Hotel on Calle Mercaderes down near the port. There we see 20 young men and women in a courtyard, puffing on a new scent of cigar. It’s a scene I won’t see anywhere else, and it’s intoxicating, literally. After two minutes, I can’t breathe properly and head outside for  fresh air.

Although Che is a magnet, nothing catches the eye like Havana’s army of 1950s American cars. These brightly coloured “Coches Americanos” cruise around the city, tempting tourists to jump in for a ride where they can look like rich Americans and overdose on selfies.

Why are there so many of them? When Castro assumed power in 1959, he placed a ban on foreign vehicle imports, which made it almost impossible to buy a new foreign-made vehicle. When the engines broke down, the locals used Japanese or whatever spare parts they could scramble. Although the cars look fabulous, they remain products of the 1950s. Ours has air-con, of sorts, but the rear suspension has the flexibility of concrete and if you happen to drive out onto the highways, the engine starts shuddering once you hit 90km/h.

Still, they are an efficient and enjoyable way to get around. Beyond the city centre lies New Havana, with its own tree-lined Fifth Avenue, home of the most beautiful homes and apartments. This 1960s development provides a strong contrast with the colonial architecture of the city centre. Standing out against the low-rise skyline is a concrete monstrosity that looks like a lego robot, but is in fact the Russian Embassy. Google it to see just how ugly.


Street level gives you a close-up view of everyday life but to capture the scale and grandeur of Havana, you have to go up – to the rooftops of the city’s iconic hotels. Our hotel, the Saratoga, opposite the Capitol, is a grand old landmark that embodies 1930s wealth and elegance; five minutes away the brand new Gran Manzana Kempinski is an ode to luxury and bling. Both boast rooftop pools and restaurants with stunning vistas of the city. From the Kempinski you can look across at the Bacardi building, an Art Deco gem that was the company’s original head office in 1930.

Up here, the sky is dotted with cranes and construction sites as Fidel’s brother Raul embarks on a frenzy of five-star hotels to attract foreign visitors and currency. There’s reform at the other end of the property market, too. Last year the government completed its slow journey to recognising private property by law, allowing locals to buy and sell their homes.

Many Havana residents now have an incentive to renovate and are renting out rooms in their homes to generate extra income. A surprising number of tourists are trying this option in the name of an authentic Havana experience. The prices might be low but, as Ari reminds us, at least they are paying to stay in the city, putting much-needed currency in the hands of Cubans.

The locals are well disposed to visitors, and not just for the dollars. They see tourists, particularly American ones, as supporting them against Trump’s hostility, which is winding back the goodwill generated by Obama’s normalising of relations and hugely popular visit in 2016.

Tourist numbers are going south thanks to US policies, Ari tells us, which is the last thing Cuba needs as its government looks to tourism as the potential saviour of an economy that remains depressed. In May, the US dealt another setback by banning American cruise ships from docking in Cuba, in an effort to pressure the government to stop its support of Nicolas Maduro in Venezuela.

Little surprise, then, that whatever Trump is for, Cubans are against. Despite the dire situation in that country – no medicine, or toilet paper, let alone food and jobs – they care more about Maduro’s defiance of the US than the economic misery he has inflicted on his people.


When it comes to communist credentials, few can hold a candle to Cuba. Every guide book will point you to the Museum of the Revolution, which is housed in what used to be the Presidential Palace before 1959. Although it boasts an impressive entryway that exhibits numerous bullet holes when it was stormed by protesters, overall the museum tells a predictably one-eyed story of heroics by Fidel, Che and their comrades. The curation and exhibit translations are patchy at best.

However, next door the National Museum of Fine Arts demonstrates how Latins can breathe life into communism, expressing a vibrancy that has been squeezed out of Soviet-bloc stodge. It is well worth a few hours in the middle of a steaming hot day.

For those who are determined to get a Cold War fix, head for the Hotel Nacional, a 1930s Art Deco institution which was designed to lure America’s rich and famous to Havana (think of Mafia boss Meyer Lansky, and the Godfather 2). Built on a headland a 30-minute walk from the city centre, the Nacional is the grand dame of all Havana’s great hotels.

During the Bay of Pigs crisis in 1962, Fidel Castro constructed a bunker underneath the Nacional’s gardens, which has now been turned into a museum of sorts. Here you can revel in old military photos, flickering light bulbs and a maze of tunnels that sheltered volunteers who intended to fight against a US Marine assault.

When you’ve finished with the tunnels, head above ground to hotel foyer, which boasts an honour board of celebrities who have eaten there, and their food choices. Jean-Paul Sartre chose cheesecake, Marlon Brando tried filet mignon with French fries, Gabriel Garcia Marquez ordered banana tortilla. The Nacional also hosts a Parisien-style cabaret straight out of the nightclubs of Montmartre, with lurid Carmen Miranda outfits and Ziegfield follies razzamatazz. Very touristy but great fun.

At the end of a long day in the humid heat, take a leisurely sunset walk along the Malecon, Havana’s seaside corniche, all the way round to the Nacional. It only takes about 30 minutes. Wander through the foyer, order a cocktail, take a seat near the water and enjoy what Castro missed when he stayed underground.



Just off the Parque Central, this 200-year-old landmark on Calle Obispo was the writer’s favourite watering. Sip a daiquiri while listening to a band playing Cuban standards and look for the photo of the novelist and Fidel Castro shaking hands in the corner.


Down the street from Floridita is the pink Ambos Mundos Hotel, where Hemingway regularly stayed in Room 511. It was here that he finished Death in the Afternoon (1932) and started To Have and Have Not (1937). From this room he could see the port where his boat, the Pilar, was docked, and check on the arrival of the trade winds brought perfect conditions for marlin fishing.


Birthplace of the mojito, La Bodeguita del Medio was patronised by several personalities including Hemingway, although he was never a regular. Look out for his framed inscription which reads ‘My mojito in La Bodeguita, my daiquiri in El Floridita’. At the beautiful Dos Hermanos bar near the ferry terminal, a plaque confirms visits from Ernest Hemingway, as well as other notables such as Marlon Brando and Errol Flynn.


A short ride out of the city centre is Hemingway’s house and grounds, where he lived for 20 years. Visitors are not allowed to go inside. But through the open windows you can see the trophy heads of the big game he loved hunting, and his bathroom wall which bears the pencil marks where he recorded his weight every day. The author’s boat, Pilar, sits on the grounds outside.


Just outside Havana is the modest fishing village of Cojimar, where the Gregorio Fuentes, the fisherman who inspired The Old Man and The Sea, fished and kept his boat. The town was the first to erect a monument to Hemingway after his suicide in 1961 at the age of 61. The author left his own boat to Fuentes when he died. His novel is taught in Cuban schools, as are his other books.



José Fuster is known as the Cuban Gaudi, and over the past decade he has transformed the fishing town of Jaimanitas on the outskirts of Havana, with bright playful ceramics. Fuster has now decorated over 80 houses with mosaic tiles and fabulist domes, imbuing the whole streetscape of his town, now known as Fusterlandia, with a magical, dreamlike quality, and prompting comparisons with Gaudi’s Parque Guell in Barcelona. See


Even for non-smokers, it’s hard to resist the allure of Cuba’s cigar culture. There are half a dozen cigar factories in Havana alone. The Partagas factory, founded in 1845, offers a tour of its factory (which has moved from its original location) which allows you to see how the leaves are graded, then rolled, and boxed. The old factory behind the Capitol has now been converted into a museum and shop. At the Palacio O’Farrill, you can enjoy a ‘Maridaje’ ceremony: the ‘marriage’ or traditional pairing of a Cuban cigar with Cuban coffee and Cuban rum. See


There are several museums dedicated to the life of Ernesto ‘Che’ Guevara, Castro’s chief comrade. Start with the Museo de Comandancia del Che in old Havana. Located in it Guevara’s old office in Fortaleza de San Carlos de la Cabaña, it tells the story of his life with pictures and a few old belongings (radios, rucksacks and guns). About 15 minutes drive from the city is La Cabana de Che Guevara, a mausoleum set on an elevated site with great views of Havana Bay. It houses the remains of Che and 29 of his fellow combatants killed in 1967 during their attempt to spur an armed uprising in Bolivia.


At the Museo del Ron Havana Club you can learn about the history and manufacture of Cuban rum, with exhibits that recapture the old sugar plantation era (and backbreaking life endured by the workers). Tours run every 15 minutes and the end of the tour, they offer you a taste of Havana Club rum. See


Although there are some lovely beaches such as Santa Maria del Mar near Havana, most tourists who want a beach resort experience head to Varadero, about two hours drive from the capital. The water is crystal clear, development is embryonic compared to American counterparts, and the daiquiris are cheap. The resort town is so popular that it even has its own airport, allowing visitors to fly in direct.



You can fly directly to Havana from several US cities such as New York and Miami on major American airlines, as well as from nearby countries in central America, such as Mexico. 


Hotel Saratoga is a five-star, Art Deco landmark, see

Gran Hotel Manzana Kempinski offers modern luxury. place to stay. See

Hotel Inglaterra and Hotel Plaza are historic hotels in the centre of old Havana, see

Michael Visontay travelled at his own expense.

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