Back Then

Istanbul, The Pera Palace Hotel, a haven steeped in elegance. Couples emerged from a wrought-iron ‘bird cage’ elevator, walked through the legendary towering lobby. Turkish carpets guided them into the Orient Express Bar. There, at times, Hemingway  sat in an antique chair lost in thought and Garbo, daydreaming, watched tidal waves of people strolling by on stone paved streets of the city, in which over 30 languages were spoken, many by spies.

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