Barrels in the newly opened Habana Supermarket sprout stalks of green sugar cane; others are filled with hot peppers, avocados, rice and black beans. Spanish-language newspapers and magazines abound on the newsstands, and the air is pungent with the aroma of steaming black coffee. The sight of Cuban women in hip-hugging skirts and slacks is savored by Latin loungers on every streetcorner. Tickets for the bolita, an illegal lottery, are discreetly sold under the counter. The scene might well be Havana's Prado. But it is actually downtown Miami.
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