"In New York, Bela Bartok longed for Hungary and its countryside. Walking in Manhattan one day he announced, 'I smell horses.' 'In the middle of 66th Street?' exclaimed his wife. 'Yes, horses,' said Bartok, looking round and proceeding to cross the road. His wife and a friend watched him enter an unmarked building. They followed him inside and found it to be a riding academy. 'What a peaceful, natural smell,' said Bartok, inhaling deeply in the stable. 'Sleeping horses.'"