If you want to go back to the raw times of Charles Bukowski or Hemingway, a horse racing track is the right place to be. It is a place where bushes are trimmed in an English style, fields are smooth and green, senior gentlemen, nervously writing down names of the best horses, are suddenly loosing their mortgages, ladies are drinking champagne, horses are galloping in the background.
Take a look at these living pieces of art, noble and full of grace creatures.
