Sausage Row was the major street that cut in a straight line through the Poor Quarter, connecting Marketday to the Smokefields. Even though it was early, there was already plenty of traffic, animal-drawn carts in the road, porters with baskets, vendors pushing wheeled carts. Sausage Row was the artery by which hot breakfast made its way from the kitchens of the Smokefields to the hungry soon-to-be-waking citizens of ...