Around 1800, the butcher's shop was essential to survival. Families relied on the butcher to transform live animals into meat—a skilled, messy, dangerous job that happened in public view, before refrigeration made slaughter invisible.
You step into warmth and iron smells. Sawdust covers the floor, dark with blood. The butcher's knife catches light as he works—his hands move fast, sure, practiced. Hooks hold quarters of beef above your head. His leather apron is stained with the work of feeding a neighborhood.
Reflect
Where do you buy meat today, and what don't you see that this butcher had to do?