Miami loves being seen, but the depth behind it is real. The ventanita has been pouring café cubano for generations, the salsa on Calle Ocho has never needed advertising, and the murals that gave a warehouse district a soul came before anyone called it a destination. After dark the rooftops fill, the bass carries across the water, and the night runs long — a city whose cultures have blended into something loud, warm and entirely its own.