Francisco Vico Molina was my friend. We would call each other up to talk about building. We would complain about the market and how difficult we found that aspect of this work. He came to Granada a few times and we had lunch together. I visited him in his workshop too.  The last time we spoke I promised to send him some details of an antique guitar which I had measured and photographed. That was before my holidays and when I got back I learned that he was gone. I always say that guitar-makers tend to work until their final days and I think that is the way to go.  I guess it’s just that 66 seems too young to go. Rest in peace.