<p style="text-align: justify;">By Ann Trieger Kurland. Globe Correspondent / April 27, 2011. HAVANA — Chugging along in a cobbled together 1953 Dodge taxi (vintage US cars are common here), we drive past Art Deco buildings and colonial-style mansions, a reminder of Havana’s past grandeur. Now, roads are worn and structures are crumbling from neglect. We ride down the Malecón, the road winding along the Gulf of Mexico, and leave shabby neighborhoods behind as we make our way to La Cocina de Lilliam. This is one of the city’s best paladares, a privately owned restaurant in a home, which is a legal enterprise here.
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