{"id":717,"date":"2021-03-03T23:56:27","date_gmt":"2021-03-04T04:56:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/commons.princeton.edu\/london\/?p=717"},"modified":"2021-08-14T14:38:52","modified_gmt":"2021-08-14T18:38:52","slug":"three-perspectives-on-shoreditch-street","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/commons.princeton.edu\/london\/three-perspectives-on-shoreditch-street\/","title":{"rendered":"Three Perspectives on Shoreditch Street"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Shoreditch Street : Tallis Street Views<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

And a brightly waxed orange clasped in the fist of a young man catches your eye and disrupts the early morning gray that hangs low in the <\/span><\/p>\n

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The Cries of London, as they are daily practiced\u00a0: in forty-eight engravings of those most prominent in its squares, streets, and lanes -1804<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

air, only cleared by the rush of arms and legs and faces. Spotting your intrigue, he vies for your attention, shouting \u201cOranges! Fine Oranges!\u201d in futile hope for a profit. But you aren\u2019t there of your own accord. You have a list, well at least one in your mind\u2019s eye -they stopped writing down the errands when they realized you couldn\u2019t read much more than your own name. A hint of jasmine and bergamot and rose still cling to your employer’s basket, but it’s far too soon replaced by the ash of the soot-covered chimney sweep, and the scent of the butcher\u2019s blood-soaked apron. A chicken, a duck, a rabbit, hang by a thin piece of twine in the window. You can barely recognize their shapes, excoriated, wearing <\/span>only coats of pink flesh, bu<\/span>t you know too well those feet, those ears, that beak.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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Or perhaps you nearly stumble out of your carriage and onto the uneven street, paved in centuries old cobblestones. You\u2019re in need of a frock for two weekends next. But before you can swing the door open to the seamstress\u2019s shop, and be welcomed by a small symphony of bells, an unfamiliar to<\/span><\/p>\n

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Leigh’s new picture of London<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

ngue diverts you elsewhere. Two young boys wear tattered jackets and shapeless hats, nursing a bottle filled with an amber liquid. They laugh and stumble along in the chill of the early evening, before slipping around the corner and out of your sight. Polish, you wager -it must have been. Would you spring for silk? Or would you be content with a brightly dyed cotton?<\/p>\n

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But maybe you\u2019ve just walked out of the East India House with its towering ionic columns and relief fit for the Parthenon. Ink stains the cuff of your sleeve, and afternoon tea your teeth. It\u2019s quieter outside a place like this, where more often carriages trod than feet. A horse sighs and another <\/span>laps<\/span> at a small trough of water. A breeze roars in from the Thames, carrying with it the gentle stench of sewage, sour in your mouth. But you don\u2019t linger long. You let the crowd carry you up Bishopsgate and onto Shoreditch Street, and flick a farthing at the boy sweeping your path clean.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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East India House<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

And a brightly waxed orange clasped in the fist of a young man catches your eye and disrupts the early morning gray that hangs low in the air, only cleared by the rush of arms and legs and faces. Spotting your intrigue, he vies for your attention, shouting \u201cOranges! Fine Oranges!\u201d in futile hope for … <\/p>\n

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