Doves huddled in the alleyway, nestling their heads against their chests. The brisk morning wind blew, overturning their brown feathers and revealing gray down underneath. Someone coughed in an apartment overhead and the smell of cigarettes wafted from their window. A man walking his red Ibizan hound zipped his FC Barcelona jacket while the hound’s long thin legs traipsed sedately. It stopped to smell some trash, then lifted its head at the sound of luggage rattling over the cobblestone. Hunt, Nick, Maria and Ana Marta rumbled towards the metro dragging their bags. The doves remained motionless as they passed…