Inge Morath’s love affair with Spain began as apprentice and assistant to Henri Cartier-Bresson, on assignment to Madrid in 1953. She returned two years later as a photographer with the Magnum agency and, having befriended a Spanish duke, Gonzalo Figueroa, travelled the country with him in a pair of Cadillacs, one for them, and another filled with a library of books from which the duke’s valet would read aloud.
Morath was studying languages at university in Berlin when Hitler’s armies marched across Europe and had been press-ganged into a factory making aircraft parts, alongside prisoners of war. In 1945, aged 22, she walked the 455 miles through ruins to her parents’ home in Salzburg, Austria.
