Terminus.
Locomotive 2251 enters Sirkeci station.
Loaded with sea scents, an icy wind rushes in through the half-open window of the train, lifts the curtains and makes the drowsy bodies shiver.
After sixty hours of travel, travelers from the Orient-Express disembark in this grandiose hall, the gateway to a mysterious world for Westerners in search of exoticism.
Drowned in the crowd, a passenger decked out in male paraphernalia sneaks past.
Drawn features, fleeting gaze.
She climbs into a sedan chair, for a painful and bumpy journey.
No one knows who she is then.
In front of it, the Galata Tower stands as a unique landmark.
Built in the 14th century, the Genoese building does not yet have the conical roof which today makes it unique.
But it already embodies a certain modernity, in contrast to the other side of the Golden Horn, this old Istanbul whose mosques and covered bazaars still attract travellers.
The Galata Bridge crossed, the passengers…
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