where the heck am I?

Every so often, a pair of police on horseback clip-clop past my flat. I always peek out the window when I hear them, because I think that is one of the coolest things in the world. I mean really, if I was considering robbing something, those horses would make me think twice. And just a few minutes ago, I was in the kitchen making a lunch (turkey and cheese pita melt, my new standard), and I heard the familiar clip-clop. I dropped my pita, rushed to the window and looked out and instead of civil servants in bright fluorescent jackets, I saw.... a hearse. Folks, a horse-drawn hearse just came by my window. Again, I repeat, where am I?