The Look of It, the Sound of It, and the Working Night

A Briton meets Sarrum by the nose before he meets it by the eye, and he learns it by the nose faster than by any other sense, for the smell of the place is not one smell but four or five, and none of them will mix with the others. Each belongs to a district and to a trade. The inhabitants steer by them and were never taught to, so that a Fleecegate weaver set down blind at any corner of the city would know within a breath which quarter he stood in, and would likely know which way was home.