He who would see something totally different from the every-day routine of European life in European towns should come here.
THE BAZAAR.
In the town of Constantinople we come upon a wooden bridge, large, long, and broad, stretching across the Golden Horn.

The streets of the town are rather better paved than those of Pera.

In the bazaars and on the sea-coast alone do we find an appearance of bustle; the remaining streets are quiet enough.
The Bazaar is of vast extent, comprehending many covered streets, which cross each other in every direction and receive light from above.

Every article of merchandise has its peculiar alley.

In one all the goldsmiths have their shops, in another the shoemakers; in this street you see nothing but silks, in another real Cashmere shawls, etc.
Every dealer has a little open shop, before which he sits, and unceasingly invites the passers-by to purchase.