When I was a kid, one of the first photos I remember holding was of the sea lions from Mar del Plata. It wasn’t a framed photo or anything particularly preserved—just one of those prints that lived in a drawer, slightly worn at the edges. My parents had taken it during their honeymoon, and over the years they returned there a few times with close friends. The place existed for me only through those fragments…

Last night, I went out for dinner near Avenida Corrientes, one of the busiest and most iconic streets in Buenos Aires, lined with theaters, bookstores, shops, and restaurants. As you walk down the avenue, you encounter all kinds of street performers: local musicians, magicians, and impersonators ranging from Carlos Gardel to surprisingly convincing Michael Jackson look-alikes…