In the Victorian street you can hear children suffering and weeping for water and food. I can hear children and adults yelling. I can smell alcohol, horse poop and smoke that lingers around the narrow town. I can taste meet and gravy pies, buns, fruit and vegetables from the store from the store. I can touch animals, mould, dirty stuff and also grime on the wall. I can see violent families with children begging for money, water and food. I can see horses collapsing, drunk people falling, small shops, narrow roads and a smoking gloomy air. People are rushing everywhere and people selling food for a shilling so that I can buy food for themselves.