Bunnies > Nuns

Barcelona's urban planners treat the city like a six-year-old does the beach - digging up, building and tearing down a fluid metropolis with a shovel and pail. Following the same route on foot or bike from week to week constantly presents evolving challenges as streets, sidewalks and buildings are ripped up and altered. It's like an incompetent Mediterranean Dark City over here. Hell, the most famous monument here is a 130-year-old construction site. (That's in danger of crumbling due to another construction site beneath it!)
My own street is not immune to this frenzy. Until recently, a convent stood two doors down. Nuns would collect and hand out donated clothes, and pray for sky cake. Then this happened:

                                        


Goodbye nuns. Hello vacant lot. But not just any vacant lot. Suddenly the neighborhood discovered a pretty little garden once hidden by the building.

Everybody got very excited about some trees that they hadn't known existed and set up a campaign to save the garden.

                             

As I may have mentioned before, the country's economy is in the gutter and flowing towards the sewer. Unemployment is at 25% nationally and 50% for people under 30. World markets view Spanish bonds as decorative toilet paper. Not really really the time to add some luxury condos to a stagnant real estate market.  A public green space in a city sorely lacking in them would be nice. But aside from a few elderly people, nobody really seemed to pay much mind.

Until...

                             

Bunnies!

                                           
                                   
That's right. This elusive creature, seen before only in paella is now living on my very street! Three of them! In the wild! Now neighbors stop and watch our cute furry friends munching peacefully on lettuce leaves in the rubble of this former house of the Lord. Shhh. Nobody tell the king.