The Entranceway

By Asa Schauffler ~

After our visit to the museum of the Revolution, we went to lunch in Old Havana.  We sat in the front room of a small paladar.  The room was certainly a bit too small for the size of our group.  Throughout the whole lunch I found myself bumping elbows with my neighbors.  Although it was a cramped space, I am thankful for the fact that we decided to eat there.  I say this because I am confident that I had the best seat in the house.  I was sitting right in the entranceway of the paladar.  While we waited for our food, I took my camera out of my bag and turn myself around so that my lens pointed out through the entranceway and my back was to the lunch table.

My first photo was of the scene that seemed to catch the eyes of everyone walking down the narrow street.  Three men loitered on a street corner, two seemed to argue with each other, while the other man ate his lunch peacefully. Part me desperately wanted to know what the men were arguing about, however another part of me wanted to embody the third man who was peacefully lunching with no care in the world other than the satisfaction that the food in his hands brought him.

A little later on I glanced directly across the street again from the entranceway that had become my people-watching and photo-taking perch.  Across the street, there was a man that was doing just as I was doing, only without a camera.  He too had made an entrance of a building his perch where he watched the people go by.  I couldn’t help but snap a photo of my people-watching counterpart.

After we had our filling meal, we left the paladar.  As we walked away, I turned around to take a picture of the entranceway, seen in the third photo on the far right, the focus of the picture however, unintentionally features a woman carrying what looked like groceries.  I like this photo for its circumstance; I had intended to take a picture of a place rather than a person, but I think about this and I have decided that I can’t have taken a photo of that entranceway without a person in the picture.  I think that if I had, I would later forget the significance of that particular entranceway.

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