A Foul and Pestilent Congregation of Vapors

I think one can excerpt Hamlet for almost any purpose. The title line is perhaps the perfect way to describe some mornings here in the Quarter.
I wake up some mornings, awestruck by the beauty as the sun rises over the historic, gorgeous buildings. The streets are still, few people out, and I am almost transported back 200 years. And then, up from the ground rises the acrid perfume of Vomit, Horse Dung, and Garbage, all mixed together. A pungent melody that strikes the nose and triggers a moment of absolute disgust, making one want to gag and move on. It only happens every so often, and it isn't so awful that I felt the need to write about it. I only felt the need because I was inspired by Shakespeare...as most anyone would be who hears his words...ever.