Smithfield Market
London’s Oldest Market Showed Me the True Meaning of ‘Fresh Meat’
A man with a ironing board-sized smear of blood across his waist throws pork scratchings in the air, catching them in his mouth. Another barks orders to his team across a pile of hollowed-out pig carcasses.
I Went Drinking at Dawn with London's Night Shift
I went to the places where builders, butchers, doctors, and other nocturnal laborers go after a hard night's work.
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