When I travel, I tend to avoid luxury, holding as my standard memories of trips when I was a college student. (No remarks, please.) Italian pensione rooms for $5. But I have to admit, as I get older, it’s nice to have a bit of pampering now and then. Especially when you’re forced to, so that there’s less guilt. On our US-sanctioned trip to Cuba, we went where we were told (mostly), including this fancy hotel in this fancy Havana neighborhood. (This is a view of the pool from my balcony that also afforded a vista over the Atlantic.) After our forced marches from site to site, it was very nice to return and put my feet up in five-star comfort.