Identifier: neareastdalmatia00hich (find matches)
Title: The near East; Dalmatia, Greece and Constantinople
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950 Guérin, Jules Vallée, 1866-1946, ill
Subjects: Dalmatia (Croatia) -- Description and travel Greece -- Description and travel Athens (Greece) -- Description and travel Istanbul (Turkey) -- Description and travel
Publisher: New York : The Century Co.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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. Along the curving shore, toward the cypress-crowned height of Eyub, lights were strung out, marking the waterside. Behind me tall Pera began to glitter meretriciously. The Greek barbers, I knew, were standing impudently before the doors of their little saloons, watching the evening pageant as it surged slowly through the Grande Rue and toward the Taxim Garden. Diplomats were driving home from the Sublime Porte in victorias. The cinemas were gathering in their mobs. Tokatlians was thronged with Levantines whispering from mouth to mouth the current lies of the day. Below, near the ships, the business men of Galata were rushing out of their banks, past thelarge round-browed Montenegrins who stand on the steps, out of their offices and shops, like a mighty swarm of disturbed bees. The long shriek of a siren from a steamer near Seraglio Point tore the gloom.I went on, despite menacing Valide Sultan, I lost myself in the wonderful maze of Stamboul. Stamboul near the waterside is full of contrasts so ... page 198
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From a photograph, copyright, by Underwood & Underwood. N. Y. - IMAGE TITLE: THE WATER-FRONT OF ISTANBOUL, WITH PERA IN THE D1STANCE - IN CONSTANTINOPLE - sharp, so strange that they bewilder and charm, and sometimes 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 watchful crowds that are forever passing by. Between the houses the sea-wind blows up, and you catch glimpses of water, of masts, of the funnels of steamers. Above the cries of the nations rise the long-drawn wails and the hootings of sirens. The traffic of the streets is made more confusing by your constant consciousness of the traffic of the sea, em-braced by it, almost mingling with it. Water and wind, 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 catch a glitter of jewels and a glitter of Armenian eyes

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