What better place to bid farewell to November (farewell to anyone and anything, really) than in a train station. Think of all the movie farewells that take place in such terminals. Here, a particularly exotic and evocative one across the Bosphorus on the Asian side of Istanbul. From here you travel East to Iraq, Iran, and all the -stans. One night at a meeting in Istanbul, a young man told me that he was taking the train to Teheran the following morning. He would have left from here. And what wonders he must have seen on the way and when he arrived. Oh, to travel.