When I was 17 and travelling to France with some classmates, we stopped for a few days of sightseeing in Paris.
At one point, I decided to branch off from the group and see a museum about a ten-minute walk away, but we all agreed to meet up in two hours. Meandering back from my museum, chocolate crepe in tow (I have a one-crepe-per-day policy when I’m in Paris), I was stalked by an older man.
This was a first for me and I got scared, so I made the mistake of hurrying away from the crowd until we were on a series of raised walkways and alone [...] More at Go!Girl Guides
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