Everywhere I looked in Habana Vieja, there was some interesting detail to explore. It could be a person, an almendron (one of those old American cars), architectural details, urban decay, beautiful color, daily living. This one drawing has all of that. Just on an ordinary street.
This fabulous old car was the taxi my friend Clare and I took with our helper/guide Angel from the Havana airport into Old Havana. There was a chain holding the back of the front bench seat up, the doors didn't quite fit the door frames anymore since I could see a gap when inside, and the trunk was closed by screwing a nut and bolt together from underneath the back bumper.