The Girl In The Red Floppy Hat
She stood out from the crowd of a hundred or more passengers waiting to catch the night train from Paris to Barcelona. It wasn’t so much that she was beautiful, even though she was, but more that she was wearing a big red floppy hat. She kept looking around nervously, fiddling with her suitcase and bags, apparently trying to find something. She looked desperately inside her tiny handbag. She seemed a bit lost, and I wanted to rescue her. I was nineteen at the time. My parents were sending me...