I was there with grandma and parents. I heard my dad speak his rusty French that he acquired in WWII. Ordered grape pie and got raison pie. The Cuban exhibit building wasn't big enough to swing a cat.
Then I went with our student orchestra. We played outside with virtually no audience. A fly landed on our music in such a way as to make the notes ambiguous so I deftly took my bow and thwacked that fly with the tip of my bow sending its red goo from its head splattering on the page which caused my stand partner to shriek in horror and bring the whole orchestra to a grand pause.