This scene looked straight out of a classic movie to me. Havana has many of those moments.
I peered over the terrace from the top floor at the home in Havana I was staying in and saw this man working on his motorcycle. In Cuba, parts are hard to come by and everyone seems to be their own mechanic. I have a bit of "handyman" envy. It's amazing how imaginative we humans are, when we are forced to be creative and industrious.
