This is that shot.

The one you're meant to take when you're in Havana.
The old American car, with the local gent/s.

I like that the guys were lovely, hanging out next to a mojito shack.
And I like that it is not against a faded old building.
And that it really does feel like it could be from a different time.

Powercuts and thunderstorms are making
everything feel oppressive, and slightly worrying.

Please let the weather be good on Monday.

Might take up Santeria.