Kuzguncuk is a village on the Asian shore that the city never quite swallowed, essentially one street long. You walk İcadiye Caddesi past painted wooden houses in ochre, rose and faded blue, low enough to read the shutters from the pavement. Cats sleep on café chairs and small galleries open straight onto the street. At the bottom the street meets the water, where fishermen and ferries share the view of the European shore.
For centuries this was one of Istanbul's most mixed pockets, with Jews, Armenians, Greeks and Turks living door to door. Their synagogues, churches and mosque still stand within a few steps of each other. The Jewish community was large enough that some called it a little Jerusalem, and a hillside cemetery still climbs behind the houses. The name may come from a dervish, Kuzgun Baba, said to have settled here. It stays quiet, lived-in and unhurried, busiest at weekend breakfast.