there's a long promenade along the water so the bolshevik and i decided to stroll around and look for a restaurant, as i am a sucker for waterfront dining. mind you, we have a guidebook and the guidebook does not say anything about waterside dining.
later we tried to find che guevera's house, only to learn that it is now a bank. lame. but they did make this nice park in his honor down the street. here is the bolshevik looking all radical and shit.