Buenos Aires has a fantastic Sunday antiques market, the Mercado San Telmo. We spent an afternoon wandering around among the stalls and we came across this box of old family photos. When we find relics like these I’m forced to wonder, “Who were these people? Why have their photos ended up here, selling for 5 cents a piece to strangers who know nothing about them?” I am both fascinated and saddened by this because I think of my own family, and wonder what could have happened that all these family photos have ended up for sale here. There are years of memories, vacations and celebrations jammed into this box, their stories lost somehow and leaving us only to wonder what might have been.