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I arrived in Havana on an early flight from Mexico, where I’d spent the previous two weeks knocking out photoshoots. My ride from the airport was arranged through my Airbnb and was an eager, welcoming man in an old Soviet Lada taxi. With the windows down and the warm morning breeze on my face, we made our way through the suburbs and into the streets of Havana.