Okay, everyone's all excited about the huge fiberglass bulls that have been installed all up and down Rothschild Boulevard to mark the 70th anniversary of the Tel Aviv stock exchange. (the photo of Superbull was shamelessly lifted from Savtadotty's Flickr account, where you can see a full range of bull photos).

I confess, I was pretty entranced too. Rothschild is right around the corner from my apartment, and I love strolling up and down the lovely, tree-and-bench-lined boulevard under any circumstances. The bulls, each created by a different artist, were a huge added bonus.

Until today. This Saturday hordes of families with adorable-but-noisy children swarmed into my neighbourhood, taking advantage of the perfect warm weekend weather to make a day-trip from the 'burbs to The Big City. I felt terribly posessive: what were these strangers doing to my lovely boulevard? Where was my sabbath peace? Oh dear, not a single free bench for sitting, hanging out with friends and reading. They were all occupied by weary parents.

I know, I shouldn't be such a cow about the bulls. But I really missed my Saturday peace and quiet today.

P.S.This week's GVO post is up. Click here to read.