For first-time visitors, unassuming Sancti Spíritus often seems like a larger and slightly less chaotic version of Trinidad. Antique Buicks limp asthmatically down cobbled city streets; bevies of enthusiastic school children practice stickball in languid Parque Serafín Sánchez; a sad and lilting bolero (a romantic love song) briefly interrupts the sleepy tranquility of Av Jesús Menéndez.



