...amelie...
I saw a real-life Amelie today. On the Subway in Glasgow, where people normally spend their time pretending they're alone, staring at the ground or the adverts just below the ceiling.
As we drew into Buchanan Street Station, many people were leaving. One of them, a young blond woman, leaned down to the passenger beside me:
As she left I looked at the lady sitting next to me, who I'd barely been aware of. She was perhaps in her late sixties, with greying hair and a warm coat on. She smiled slightly to herself for the rest of the journey and then slowly shuffled off the train at the same stop as me.