Francis

Francis is our neighbor. Today is the first day I met him.

I only see Francis once and a grey while; puttering around in this back courtyard surrounded by an iron fence. The lights in the house are seldom on, and I have only seen he and his wife walking outside the house once.

Francis seems a kind man that has seen a lot in his life over many years, and is drifting off into twilight.

We had a nice chat, as he showed me his recently pruned orange trees through the bars.

There was no door to the gate.