Orhan pamuk istanbul6/21/2023 His books are as grounded in the city of his birth, as were those of Dickens in London, Joyce in Dublin or Naguib Mahfouz in Cairo. Or, maybe, I have been reading too much Pamuk (there’s no such thing, though!) before my trip to Istanbul. There’s a sense of melancholy that courses through the winding streets along the remains of the city’s ancient walls in the Fatih neighbourhood. Galata is a lively neighbourhood with the 14th-century Galata Tower, bars, family-run restaurants and small shops(Karishma Upadhyay) Pride of place among the displays goes to 4,213 cigarette butts that were smoked by Füsun (Karishma Upadhyay) I love the early evenings when autumn is slipping into winter, when the leafless trees are trembling in the north wind, and people in black coats and jackets are rushing home through the darkening streets”. In Istanbul: Memories and the City, his largely autobiographical memoir, Pamuk writes, “I have always preferred the winter to summer in Istanbul. It’s the kind of day Orhan Pamuk would approve of – a grey morning with a dull sky, threatening rain.
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