Bar Félix
Is this a place of danger or a place of safety?
Time is pressing. Perhaps your pursuer is close enough to know where you are.
Your ally is near. You need somewhere to meet, somewhere a throng of people will disguise the importance of your meeting, the desperateness of your meeting.
The square is crowded. Bright sunlight slanting low over the buildings makes it difficult to pick out even the face of a loved one in the crowd.
You sit with your back to the plate glass window of the café, Bar Félix, a clear view of the fountain and the market stalls.
The hairs on the back of your neck prickle. You have forgotten the rear entrance to the café. If you turn in your seat and look into the smoky interior, who will you see ... ?
