Besides old cars and cheap rum, there really isn’t much else special about the place. Try to get a legit local’s experience and you’re stuck waiting in long lines at cafeterias that have probably long ago ran out of whatever it is that you’re trying to eat. Leave the slums, and you’ll find street after street overflowing with European tourists, selfie sticks, rows of gift shops, and expensive restaurants. Any interesting museum charges you 25 times what the locals pay. If a Cuban man talks to you, there’s a 100% chance he’s trying to scam you. If a Cuban lady talks to you, there’s a 100% chance she’s a hooker. Old cars and rum. Old cars and rum.