Francisco considers himself an inventor. He is especially proud of his collection of hats. They are works in process, and he keeps adding bits and pieces to them which he finds along the way on his daily walks to the city. Old pieces of tyre, plastic bottles, cutlery, nothing is too extravagant. Recently however, he has settled for a much more practical design which can double up as a carrier bag should the need arise.

An empty garage where his father's car once stood now serves as a canvas where he misspells his name with paint. He still remembers the old Citroën 2 CV that served the family for so many years.

Francisco collects all sorts of knick-knacks which he uses to adorn himself with. He is very possessive of his few belongings, and gets very affected when on occasions tramps break into his home and rummage through his things.