Beykos, as it is known, starts from Küçüksu. A few steps away is Göksu. As the Kağıthane promenade loses its magnificence following the riots, Mahmud I builds an extravagant wooden waterfront house in Göksu. This waterfront house will change the destiny of Beykoz. Then, prairie coffee shops start popping up around Göksu. Daily promenades, boat trips, moon watching, stand-up shows, musical programs make Göksu one of the social centers of the city in the 17th century. Murad IV doesn’t remain indifferent to this unique district; he revives its periphery and renames it to Gümüş Servi (Silver Cypress).
Evliya Çelebi says in his travel book that, “The ninth of the mines inside Istanbul is the lime excavated from the mountains and stones at the promenade and entertainment region called Göksu Fort, and it is whiter than snow or milk, and is unique in the world. And the tenth mine is the red earth from Göksu. This earth is used to make various cups, pans and pots.”
Nedim, Enderunlu Vasıf, and later, Recaizade Ekrem, Ahmet Rasim, Saffeti Ziya, Halit Ziya, Yahya Kemal, Abdülhak Şinasi, Pierre Loti, all mention Göksu extensively in their poems, songs and novels. Today, Göksu is still beautiful and a breathable district with a historical smell. The prairie that is partly preserved between the Küçüksu and Göksu rivers, Küçüksu Pavilion, its pier, many cute restaurants lined on Göksu’s shore, its potters, its corn, historical rope factory, Göksu resists the passage of time with its unfrayed narrative.