One expects a side-street near İstiklal to be loud -- it only became inappropriate, in the course of a week-long stay, when I awoke at 5am on a Tuesday morning to the wailing and trembling of a concert next-door which hadn't existed when I fell asleep at 2am. (That's not noise, that's nihilism.) The space itself is fine; it's more of an upscale hotel-room than an apartment. Even with the windows closed, however, all of my clothes ended up smelling of cigarette smoke from the bar downstairs.