By Lisa Millar
The blue tarpaulin covering the front of the Reina Nightclub offers a sinking familiarity.
Police guard the entrance, just as they did in Paris outside the Bataclan Club in November 2015.
Inside you can only imagine the shocking aftermath of an attack that left so many dead.
But in France the shock and grief was palpable. Hundreds of Parisians stood and hugged each other, tears streaming down their faces.
There was no grief evident outside the nightclub in Istanbul.
Small groups of young people wandered by, some leaving roses.
But there were no tears. They are sadly used to this — if not this scale.
And there was anger. At one point a group of men rushed at the cameras, hitting lenses and pushing journalists back.
The local media told us they were plain clothed police officers.
Perhaps the only surprise for locals is that it happened in an area considered “safe”, where extra police were on duty in a city on high alert.
Thirty-year-old John Canuyar has been to the club in the past but avoided it on New Year’s Eve.
Standing outside in the weak winter sun 12 hours after the attack, he blamed a lack of security.
“I’m really shocked but nowadays it’s normal for Turkey,” he said.