Good walls make good neighbors

Ever since we moved in, there's been a big construction job underway next door. You haven't heard us complain about it too much -- even though there were a couple of stretches when we woke up to jackhammering Monday through Saturday. (Turns out, it's legal for them to start work at 7 AM every day except Sunday. Oy.) When this monster project is finished, it's supposed to be a boutique hotel with the elegant bones of an old building and the deluxe amenities of new construction.
Well, yesterday, on our way to lunch, Ian decided to ask the guys on the job when they might finish the new wall that juts up a bit higher than our terraza's wall. (See pics.) With two distinct types of bricks, visible holes and cement patches, it doesn't look quite finished. But the question was met with "You'll have to talk to the building's owner." Turns out, the owner was right there, and so we met him. We also met someone I assume was his architect. The architect launched right into a explanation of why the owner has no legal obligation to do anything more than he's done. If we want the wall to be "finished," he said, it's up to us to get up there and build. Then, the owner piped in that he'd heard about the presence of humidity in one of our walls. (The phrase nada que ver pops to mind.) We tried to calmly explain that we'd hired a plumber who opened our wall to find no broken pipes nor any sources of said humidity. He then said he had to talk to someone else and with that dismissed us without a customary kiss or even a friendly chau.
Now, maybe I'm being petty, but after 8 months of enduring his project's construction, the owner struck me as a very unpleasant guy at this first meeting. My little bit of revenge can be to report and post pictures....Maybe more soon? Well, the hotel is still far from its grand debut.