Little Rock (CLG 4) - Naval Cruise Book

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ISTANBUL

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Glittering nights . . . Golden days, recall a hundred songs . . under Paris skies.

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Sidewalk soliloquy The magnificent tile dome of the Blue Mosque The Bosphorus, gateway to the Black Sea Istanbul had a charm that is utterly indescribable. Its delicate minarets stabbing fleecy skies, mysterious mosques beckonmg the Moslems to prayen colorful ferries belching black smoke crossing the narrow Bosphorus, and dark, serious-faced Turks trying so hard to be Westerners-melted into a magnificent collage of old and new. No one really got to know the city— it was too deep, too old, too complicated. But the evidences of it struggles, then and now were obvious to see. To some, Istanbul was a soiled, crowded stopover. But others have marked it to return someday. For they must live it again, hear the peddler s mournful cry and see the Golden Horn from atop St. Irene ' s, a very special place. 55