Photos I've taken can bring me back. I really wanted a picture of Frank's living room (or whatever room it was called), looking towards the dining table, with fireplace on the right, Birdwalk out of frame to the right. Fortunately, I enjoyed that view so much I can kinda recall it.

Other things there, I've probably completely forgotten.

But I can also see how photos can't necessarily prepare you for what a place really looks like. And might even give you the wrong idea. Or diminish the event of seeing it in person.