Running up that hill:
Great location. Beyoğlu rocks hard.
Running down that hill:
Never-ending noise. All day and night long screeching seagulls, feline conflicts, dogs running wild, tourists living on the run, tolling of the bells at 12 pm and, naturally, the mosques calling the faithful.
Inside? The ironing board is old and rusty –beware–. Squeaky clean furniture? Let's say yes. As white as the pictures? Let's say nay. It just feels... OLD. The wooden floor squeaks with every step you take. Thankfully the flat upstairs was empty, as I could listen to EVERYTHING happening there.
As a footnote, I spent two whole days with busted radiators and no hot water. Demir is efficient, yes. But... friendly? Let's just say I dislike being told "kindly" to "look for another place" when asking for a solution.
"This is Turkey", he said. My, oh my.