This was taken at El Calafate, in Patagonia. It's cheating, really, because in the early 19th century (when "His Majesty's Confidential Agent" is set), Patagonia, although nominally under Spanish control, was not really part of Spanish America. Wild and desolate, it was left pretty much alone. Even today, as you can see from the expanse of nothing at all behind us, it's hardly over-developed. It is extraordinarily beautiful, though.