I fell in love with Istanbul when I first visited it in 1976.  Could it have been the East-West intrigue? I had dinner at the only Chinese restaurant in the country, and according to Let’s Go Europe, China Restaurant's owner had “walked from China”.  I never met Wang Zhengshan— he died in 1961—but  Yakar served me that night.  Twenty-five years later in Toronto, by happenstance, I met a Muslim woman who pointed me in the right direction and allowed me to track down the man’s family, now scattered across the world in Mexico, Malaysia, Taiwan and Turkey.