There were bawdy whores parading along the waterfront, shouting abuse at passers by.
Drunken sailors were gambling outside the Duke of Marlborough. When one man was accused of cheating, a savage fight broke out.
The God-fearing citizens of Russell were out in force with their placards.
It seems that they’re at it again.
Then, just when I thought the place truly was damned, I was handed a Programme of Events. Phew…
Many thanks to the people of Russell (Kororareka) for this beautiful, bright burst of dirty history.