The Old Man on the Seat

Every day, from about 5pm onwards, this man comes to sit on the same bench in the square, often staying until about 10pm, later in summer. He sits there, eats out of tupperware container, reads the newspaper, and sometimes chats with whoever sits next to him. In the two months I´ve lived in this flat, I´ve not seen him once without his hat. The only time I´ve seen him standing, is when he got up to have a piss, and didn´t make it to the corner, so he just did it in the square. Unfortunately my camera´s a bit shit, and isn´t good at shooting distance ... but I´ll be posting more of his photos as we go along. One day I might just sit down next to him and get the lowdown on him.