That mojito post got me reminiscing about Cuba.
It's a magical place, sun-soaked and freeze-framed in the 1950s. Our trip was nearly 6 years ago, and I doubt much has changed as far as dusty buildings and charmingly-dilapidated facades go. I'm sure vintage cars are still banked on side streets, their retro-fitted German parts finally kaput. And I bet the ladies in Havana are still smoking their giant cigars, an impressive sideshow at a peso-per-picture.