National Geographic : 1916 Sep
Photograph by H. G . Dwight TURKISH HOUSES IN SALONIKI This picturesque bridge, color-washed in red, and frescoed in quaint landscapes, leads from the mansion of its owner to his garden across the street fpr true bell towers. Then, as you land at the quay you perceive that the electric cars are labeled in strange alphabets. The cafes do not look quite as they should, either. A COSMOPOLITAN ASPECT As for the people in them, a good many would pass without question. Just such slight and trim young men in Italy would sit at little tables on the sidewalk. Just such young women, rather pale and pow dered as to complexion, rather dusky as to eyes and hair, would sit beside them. And you hear a good deal of Italian. But you hear more of other and less familiar languages. And those red fezzes are a new note. So are those more numerous hay-colored uniforms that sat at no caffe in my Italian days. A more striking note is afforded by numerous dignified old gentlemen taking their ease in bath-robes, as it were, slit a little up the side and tied about the waist with a gay silk girdle. Over the bath robe they usually wear a long, open coat lined with yellow fur, which guards them from the cold in winter and in summer from the heat. And none of them is without a string of beads, preferably of amber, dangling from his hand and giv ing him something to play with.