How to find and photograph hidden terrace cafés in buenos aires that open before tourist crowds
I have a soft spot for terrace cafés that hide behind wrought-iron gates, courtyard doors or along sleepy side streets in Buenos Aires. They are the kind of places where locals drink their first coffee of the day, newspapers still warm with ink, and where the city’s texture — cracked tiles, potted geraniums, a radio playing tango or indie rock — reveals itself slowly. Finding and photographing these spots before the tourist crowds arrive...