While cycling through Cuba I came across this beautiful little town bike parked inside a restaurant. I love these old, beat-up vintage bikes, they have so much character with their baskets and racks and bits of string tied here and there. I always like to find out who owns the bike because you get another layer of interest, another dimension – the little old lady out shopping in the market or some old guy riding home from the bar. Unfortunately, on this particular day, I couldn’t see anyone.
