We are ushered into the restaurant of the Museo Evita by the black and white checkerboard tiles. Sitting outside on the terrace, under cover of a green awning, we are greeted by the mix of sunshine and breeze of spring in Buenos Aires. The waiter brings a small bottle of Chandon and three glasses. The young waitresses perfect their postures at the command of their manager. M.K., who is fielding business calls on his mobile between bits of conversation, has the honor of pouring champagne. We raise our glasses in celebratory gestures to commend ourselves in this glorious city.