While Istanbul is going through a major transition to becoming an ultimate concrete jungle, with giant apartment complexes and skyscrapers popping up in every corner, the historical sites which tell a thousand years worth of stories of the city, are being left in the dark. Meanwhile, there exists a small neighbourhood on the Asian side, almost untouched. Kuzguncuk, with its vegetable garden overseeing the Bosphorus and the skyline, its stacked little houses, nostalgic cafés and antique shops, sends one back at least thirty years. We, as a group of high school students, wanted to hear the story of this neighbourhood and its inhabitants, and decided conduct our second project here. We met many locals, among them an antique store owner who smoked his pipe while telling us about his weekly jazz music sessions, a seamstress who could not keep from complaining about how the neighbourhood's history is not valued and conserved enough, and the florist of Kuzguncuk, who was basically the celebrity of the neighbourhood, saluted by each and every person passing by. This neighbourhood has been home to Muslims, Christians, Jews, Armenians, Kurds, Turks... and now to portraits of these locals in its very centre, setting a perfect example of what is the old, and the true, Istanbul.