Correspondent in Istanbul
It looks like a naked city that has lost its voice. There is something almost voyeuristic about Istanbul during the Sunday curfew. Since President Recep Tayyip Erdogan decreed, on Friday, April 10, complete confinement over the weekend - except for journalists, doctors and bread deliverers - to stem the epidemic of Covid-19, the intrepid megalopolis of 16 million inhabitants transforms each weekend into an urban ghost. Feeling dizzy, abandoned decor. Istanbul, usually so talkative, so noisy around mosques, so frivolous on cafe terraces, has a pale headliner look. One would think strolling behind the scenes of a film: this couple arguing, windows wide open, thinking that the street is deserted; this usually veiled neighbor who contemplates the blue, loose hair, from her balcony; this elegant sixty-something man from the building next door who descends for the first time his
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