After taking last week off, here’s Dore Sunday!
And we’re back to London! Specifically, to Whitechapel*, which seems like a somewhat unsavory place, but today’s piece features a coffee house, and since I’m doing a 19 hour shift today, coffee is my friend, and its home shall be showcased.
London: A Pilgrimage - A Whitechapel Coffee House (1872)
Forlorn men, women, and children, and a spacious township peopled with them, from cellars to attics—from the resort of the sewer-rat to the nest of the sparrow in the chimney-stack—make up that realm of suffering and crime which adventurous people visit with as much ceremony and provision of protection as belated travellers across Finchley Common used in the middle of last century.
-Blanchard Jerrold, London: A Pilgrimage (1872)