Arnavutköy climbs the European shore of the Bosphorus in tiers of nineteenth-century wooden houses, their bay windows leaning out over the water. You wander lanes barely wide enough for a car, past pastel timber facades and the odd surviving mansion, then come out onto a waterfront of fish restaurants and tea gardens. Gulls, ferry horns and the slap of the current on the seawall are the soundtrack. On a clear afternoon the light off the water turns the whole street gold.
The name means Albanian village, and for generations this was one of the Bosphorus's most mixed quarters. Greek and Jewish families lived alongside Muslim neighbours, and the great Orthodox church still rises a few streets from the mosque. The slopes behind carried terraced market gardens until the growing city climbed the hill and built them out. At the northern bend the strait squeezes past Akıntıburnu, and the current turns hard.