You step out before dawn in Sultanahmet and the city is already breathing—ferry horns, the call of seagulls and the soft click of shoes on ancient stone. A private driver takes you across the Bosphorus as the sky lightens; minarets cut stark silhouettes against a copper horizon. Two days of Istanbul’s layered history—Byzantine mosaics, Ottoman courtyards and a spice-scented market—give way to a flight across the Anatolian plateau. In Cappadocia the land changes its voice: mesas, chimneys and cave houses rise from wind-abraded tuff, each formation a slow conversation between volcano and weather over millennia.