You'll miss it if you're not paying attention, nestled as it is between the rollerblading, swing-dancing hordes of Kennedy Drive and the leafy dignity of the museum campus, but turn at the right moment and there they are: the ingenious gentleman Don Quixote and his trusty squire, Sancho Panza, done up in elaborate finery and kneeling faithfully before a bust of ... wait, Cervantes? Oh, right. Their pointy-bearded, ruff-collared creator gazes back down at them in beatific bemusement, no doubt satisfied with one more impious gesture of fourth-wall-breaking from beyond the grave.