I traveled to Cuba to photograph the old cars before they were gone, before Cuba was gone. To my surprise and satisfaction I found so much more.  

I felt very strongly that once the door was open to the USA, with heavy tourist demand only 90 miles away, Cuba would never be the same or at least how I knew it.  

What I found was a land of contradiction and change. One minute I see a group of young people gathered around a free WiFi area, and then I turn around to see a '56 Chevy roll by. Walking the streets of Havana, you can be in a beautiful upscale part of town and then, two blocks away, deep poverty. What I found most surprising was how wonderful, open and friendly the Cuban people are. I was astonished to find people who I could not have a conversation with (little Español), but who were more than willing to let me photograph them.  

One thrill of many was visiting the restaurant (San Cristóba) where President Obama had dined. Of course I had to dine in the same room, sit in the same chair, and order the same meal (or so I was told).  

One week after I came home, Fidel Castro died. I saw Cuba at the very end of the Castro era, and the beginning of a new relationship with the world.