A River Runs Putrid: A Summer of Filth, 1858
The city of London sought in the heat of summer, 1858. But it was not merely the website sun that scorched the metropolis. An even more repellent force infested its very heart: the River Thames. Years of industrial waste had transformed London's lifeblood into a foul-smelling mire. The stench was all-consuming, a miasma that clung to every cobblest