Every room, checked.

A glass ground floor under a tower, with the roaster visible from the street.

On the quiet end of a night market street, open from dusk until the stalls close.

A hillside room at the edge of the district, reached by a staircase nobody advertises.

A café in a 1930s bank hall, with the vault still in the basement.

Two pinball machines, six stools, and coffee served in enamel cups.

A narrow shop facing the presidential office, busy with officials and tourists.

A record shop with a coffee bar at the back and no seating to speak of.

A shop behind a rose garden, with a gate that closes at dusk.

Between two bus stops, with a window bench facing the traffic.