Forbidden, tropical, and barely 95 miles from the US. A Cuban connection led me there a dozen years after I missed a screening of my film Miles from the Border in Havana.
A few images can't do justice to a country. What they can do is show the ghost of a 1950s Chevy leaving a cloud of smoke as it passes, or people bicycling, or colonial architecture.
These images are fragments of hope, pride, curiosity, a sense of warmth and maybe humor. They hint too at time, time stopped or somehow slowed down.
