Our high-ceilinged, second-storey rooms resemble a set from a Humphrey Bogart film. Tall arched doors and louvred windows open onto a street-front balcony and a private roof garden shaded by mango trees. The plumbing in the big, tiled bathroom looks as ancient as the rest of the 19th-century house but manages weak flows of hot and cold water. We have no phone, no television, no mini-bottles of shampoo and lotion—no air conditioning, even. At night, we turn on fans to move the air around. And this is Cuba, not Casablanca. We are in the historic town of Trinidad, in a casa particular—a private home with accommodation for tourists. It may not be ritzy, but it’s spotless and has plenty of style.
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Cuba’s casas offer rooms with social views
