she came to the abrupt realization that she was standing , not sitting there was a very pleasant smell in the air , not sea salt or the wafting odor of lilacs , but the mixed smells of leather and horses and something baking , something sweet and delicious the smells of a city : peoplelots of peopleand smoke , but not the smoke of cars , of industry , but a more honest , homey , earthy smoke and yes , there was the sea salt , but it was a degree or two out of true , alien , not the familiar sweet-salty brine of the pacific ocean .