There is an eating place near London Bridge station with name "Pure". I dont know who owns this chain of eateries but I wonder at their choice of location for a food shop with name Pure. It may well be that they are not aware that in this part of south London that "pure" previously had a connotation far removed from food.
And that’s where the poo came in. It may sound wholly unappetizing now, but at a time when there were no ready-to-use chemicals, the lovely sheen of fine leather goods was achieved by soaking the hides in a mixture of water and dog poo.
The trade is barely remembered now except in the names of some of the Bermondsey streets , like Leather Market, Bevington street and so on. The strong smells that pervaded this part of the borough probably still pervade the fabric of some of the yuppified flats in places like Snowfields.
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