The name of the bookstore may be Modern Poetry, but I saw no poems on the sparsely stocked shelves. Mostly picture books for the tourists, a few cookbooks, tracts that align well with the Socialist regime. Still the sign above the front door and this terrazzo sidewalk just below suggest a more prosperous time, maybe 70 years ago, when this was the place for the Habana glitterati to congregate.
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