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CHACO Z/CLOUD

hen I first paraded my Chaco sandals through our lounge room (wearing socks), my wife pointed out that I’d likely fit right in anywhere, as long as anywhere was wandering the cobbled streets of a German village. It wasn’t even just the socks; let’s face it, even without them, for anyone over the age of ten sandals aren’t exactly mainstream fashion. But hey, we’re

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