Which is not to say Cuba de Ayer feels dated. Sure, the dining room channels Cuban culture, circa 1950s. Fans, outfitted with imitation palm fronds, circle overhead as the faces of Havana stare out from the gorgeous paintings and images that hang from the wall: a boy, taking a drag from a fat cigar, perhaps for the first time; an older man, a stogie hanging from his lips, hovers his hands over a row of dominoes. But this nostalgia, if you want to call it that, is filtered through a family whose sensibilities are modern, artistic, cool. I love the installation of fedoras clipped to a pair of clotheslines, which dangle in front of weather-beaten windows.