Walking through the past

Day 393, Cuba, Santa Clara

Walking through the poor parts of the city, feels like walking through the past. Cubans look at me with many questions in their minds. Why is this foreigner here? What is he looking for? I am just looking for the life of the Cubans. A look inside their houses reveals a 30-50 years old equipment. On the streets you can take shared horse taxis or bicycle taxis and the few cars that are driving through the roads are mostly from the 50's or 60's.