Chapter TwoThe open carriage they were travelling in carried them across the Galata Bridge, which had been built by the Germans in 1913 to replace an old wooden structure.
Beneath it, on the Golden Horn plied big ferry boats and smaller craft of every kind.
What the Duke knew, since he had been in Constantinople before, was that under the iron arches were stalls of every sort and description besides bootblack and newspaper boys, beggars and piles of fish which had just been caught in the sea.
Dolly however, was interested only in reaching the bazaar.
She had searched in an ancient guide book for descriptions of the labyrinth where there was a maze of small shops, grouped by traders selling, she was told, everything from spices to jewels, from mandrake roots to leeches.
When they reach
