In which we play with cartography

I am oddly fascinated with the Booth Poverty Map, and if you enjoy Victorian fiction, you will probably find yourself smitten with it too. It is an economic map of London, 1898. There are seven separate classes, from the very wealthy, aristocratic yellow squares to the black streets of lowest, meanest poverty. Just perusing the thing is a Dickens novel unto itself. It's interesting to note how little distance sometimes separated the homes of extraordinary privilege from the most hideous and degraded slums. There is also a modern map of London for comparison.

(I am still in DC, probably enjoying pancakes in bed and plotting a trip to IKEA on the way home. Well, honestly. It's RIGHT on the highway, and I need some flurfenbargens.)