Yesterday evening, after attending the reception at the Coral Gables Museum for the finalists in the annual photography contest (of which I was one), Hania I went next door for a bite at Books & Books. The foyer was crowded with young people who, I learned from our waitress, had been there for a drawing class. They were soon replaced by a large crowd speaking Spanish. Many in this group were also young, but better dressed, a number of the women in dresses and high heels. They filled the west room to hear to a discussion between two Cuban dissidents. At one point I went to the men’s room, where the two men’s voices came through speakers placed above the urinals. It was just like at the ballpark.
