If you walk the streets of the isthmus after dark, say around midnight, you'll be treated to a mixture of sounds and scents so vivid that the lack of visuals may pass your perception without a second thought. The earthy, silty smell of lake Mendota or, if the wind is blowing in the opposite direction, you may be treated to the mucky, feted aroma of Monona. Considering the constricted width of Mid-Madison, you're probably getting some percentage of each. On the surface the rip