From “Stinky Town,” in this week’s New Yorker:
Later, after driving through crowded Chinatown streets with his window down (“Smell it! Smell the air!”), Anderson parked near the Manhattan Bridge…”This is where at night everyone–if you’re going to put it in the paper–urinates,” he said…
“A fishy smell, the smell of Chinese food, garbage, street, stagnant water, urine,” he went on. “Everything mixes together.”