Dog

I find the relationship between Indians and pye dogs strange, and I found it mirrored in Cuba. Street dogs are everywhere, but most of them have collars and few of them appeared hungry. In particular one rotty we passed several times seemed to be subsisting on a regular supply of ice cream cornets provided by locals and tourists alike.

Sadly I have to say the Cuban approach to horses is less comforting.

Anyway, we were walking through old Havana when this dog caught my eye. It is also a hint of the one Havana shot I didn't get, which is about the divide between public and private life.