Havana for The Three Generations: a Friday-to-Monday weekend

The oldest square, flat and shaded, with benches around the Céspedes statue and the book stalls for the children to rummage; the wooden street was laid to quiet the carriages.

The 1577 fort on the square, with ship models for the children and the Giraldilla weathervane for the grandparents; the ground floor has no steps.

A restored 1920s dining room with a pianist, white tablecloths and a menu with something plain for everyone; they will push tables together.

A 1950s Chevrolet seats five in comfort; an hour along the Malecón, through Vedado and the Plaza de la Revolución without anyone walking a step.

Tables in a garden of fountains and ferns, a 1930s villa behind, and plain good Cuban food that suits a child and a grandmother; book the garden.

A neighbourhood tiled in mosaic by one artist, flat streets to wander and a bench on every corner that is also a sculpture; children love it most.

The small ferry from the Muelle de Luz crosses the harbour in ten minutes to the church of the black Virgin, a short flat walk from the landing.

A first-floor dining room of rose petals and a violinist, with a lunch sitting that suits a big table; the lobster and the ropa vieja both arrive generously.

The governors' palace on the Plaza de Armas, with a courtyard, peacocks, carriages and the throne room; a ramp at the door and benches along the gallery.

The regilded 1929 dome with lifts, a diamond in the floor and the third-largest indoor statue in the world; a guided visit takes an hour and has places to sit.

Benches under the palms around the Martí statue, the baseball argument on the hot corner and the classic cars lined up for the children to photograph.

The 1875 hotel's pavement terrace on the park, with a band at lunch and a menu of sandwiches and plates that need no explaining; the taxi rank is beside it.