From toy horses to real ones. This is a nice, quiet corner of Brooklyn to hang around. The small side streets harbor unexpected houses overgrown with vines, and for a moment you can almost inhabit an older, horse-drawn city. A friend of mine knows someone who rents around here, and her basement is used by the stable for extra storage. The smell of hay bales and cedar chips drifts up from below and fills the building with field and forest.