As nighttime falls on Istanbul, the rustling in the street continues. The day is light and breezy, and the smell of the air hints of industry. Sea birds and crows bustle here and there, trying to hustle a morsel of food from the diners who flock to the restaurant roof terraces. I am no different. I am here for the food, ambience, and the scenery of a thriving city that has stood for over 1700 years. I stand where the great emperor Constantine once stood, in the year 330, when he decided to move the capitol of his empire from Rome, to here at the location he named Constantinople.