The neighbors would neigh at the thought of disclosing the locale of this strange plot, and we'd rather not clog their small, dead-end street with onlookers. This is not the 37th Street Christmas light show, after all; it's a couple of piles of rocks in an empty lot. But since it screams "Austin" from the top of its barrel hoop perched way up on its little brick stairs, this teeny twilight zone earns its place here among the best. No, it's not really a park. It's just a random scattering of limestone – and a wee, magical elf house. Its Stonehengian mystery is safe with us.
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