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Walking in the Torres del Paine mountains of Patagonia
‘On no previous journey am I conscious of having done more. Patagonia is as I expected but more so… In the east you suddenly confront the great wall of the cordillera with bright turquoise lakes (some are milky white and others a pale jade green) with unbelievable colours to the rocks’.
Bruce Chatwin, letter to Elizabeth Chatwin, January 1975
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John Pawson