While browsing in El Corte Ingles, I had a phone call from a nice sounding young gitano.
Towards the end of the call, I wrote down his number and asked him to repeat his name.
“Franco?” I asked -him sounding like a fairly young chap.
“Franco” he confirmed, somewhat defiantly, “despite being a gitano, I am called Franco”.
Fair enough. His defiant tone did make me laugh, though. Plus, say the name “Franco” in El Cortes Ingles and lots of elderly rich Spaniards doing their shopping pause and smile.