Secret specters
For more than a
century, the grand Italianate mansion that serves as an anchor of this city’s
European quarter was a beehive of American diplomacy and espionage. Spies
toiled within and met their agents at the bar across the street, reporters
dropped by for after-work drinks, and any Turk could walk in off the street to
see the latest art exhibition or browse the library. There seemed to be a celebration every night.
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