. The near East; Dalmatia, Greece and Constantinople. Along the curving shore, towardthe cypress-crowned height of Eyub, lights werestrung out, marking the waterside. Behind me tallPera began to glitter meretriciously. The Greekbarbers, I knew, were standing impudently beforethe doors of their little saloons, watching theevening pageant as it surged slowly through theGrande Rue and toward the Taxim Garden. Diplo-mats were driving home from the Sublime Porte invictorias. The cinemas were gathering in theirmobs. Tokatlians was thronged with Levantineswhispering from mouth to mouth the current li
. The near East; Dalmatia, Greece and Constantinople. Along the curving shore, towardthe cypress-crowned height of Eyub, lights werestrung out, marking the waterside. Behind me tallPera began to glitter meretriciously. The Greekbarbers, I knew, were standing impudently beforethe doors of their little saloons, watching theevening pageant as it surged slowly through theGrande Rue and toward the Taxim Garden. Diplo-mats were driving home from the Sublime Porte invictorias. The cinemas were gathering in theirmobs. Tokatlians was thronged with Levantineswhispering from mouth to mouth the current lies ofthe day. Below, near the ships, the business men ofGalata were rushing out of their banks, past thelarge round-browed Montenegrins who stand on thesteps, out of their offices and shops, like a mightyswarm of disturbed bees. The long shriek of a sirenfrom a steamer near Seraglio Point tore the went on, despite menacing Valide Sultan, I lostmyself in the wonderful maze of Stamboul. Stamboul near the waterside is full of contrasts so 198. From a photograph, copyright, by &• Ilulerwood. N. Y. THE WATER-FRONT Oi^-sf:\N*lBOUL, WITH PERAIN THE, :D1STANCE IN CONSTANTINOPLE sharp, so strange that they bewilder and charm, andsometimes render uneasy even one who has wan-dered alone through many towns of the East. Sor-did and filthy, there is yet something grandiose in it,something hostile and threatening in the watchfulcrowds that are forever passing by. Between thehouses the sea-wind blows up, and you catchglimpses of water, of masts, of the funnels of steam-ers. Above the cries of the nations rise the long-drawn wails and the hootings of sirens. The trafficof the streets is made more confusing by your con-stant consciousness of the traffic of the sea, em-braced by it, almost mingling with it. Water andwind, mud and dust, cries of coachmen and seamen,of motor-cars and steamers, and soldiers, soldiers,soldiers passing, always passing. Through a win-dow-pane you
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