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Scribblings of a Gigolo
By Katie Gabrielle
Wednesday, September 17, 2008

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A sweet little play about a man and a woman enjoying a teasing little conversation over coffee and cigarettes at Le Fouquet's one lovely summer afternoon...





RENE: a charming, sophisticated Parisienne,  who frequents Le Fouquet’s, and enjoys watching people go by. He is wealthy, and loves to look at the mirror alot, and enjoys all the good things life

has to's all good!

GABY: A young innocent, raven haired,  Parisienne woman who only lives only a few blocks from Rene, but the two never met. They lived parallel lives went to different schools, but met quite by chance one afternoon at Le Fouquet’s.



LE FOUQUET’S ~~~~The premier cafe on the Champs-Elysées sits behind a barricade of potted flowers at the edge of the sidewalk. You can choose a table in the sunshine or retreat to the glassed-in elegance of the leather banquettes and rattan furniture of the grillroom. Though this is a full-fledged restaurant, with a formal dining room on the second floor, most visitors come by for a glass of wine, coffee or just to sit and watch the world go by....


Scene One

Rene is seated alone on the sidewalk cafe at Le Fouquet’s on this gorgeous, sunny July afternoon. He is deep in thought, writing

a post card to his cousin in Quebec. He grips the pen tightly and pauses a few minutes in deep thought. He turns the post card around several times, admiring it, and smiling widely.

Opening up his cigarette case, he takes out a cigarette and lights it up. The remnants of half a pack lay in the ash tray in the middle of the table. Three cups of espresso, later. Rene still is not finished writing to his cousin.

The waiter stands in front of Rene’s table.

Waiter: Sir, is everything alright? Would you like to order some food?

Rene: No! I am working! Go away!

Waiter: This is a restaurant, not a library! Order or you go!

Rene: I will stay as long as I want! I am the one paying!

Waiter: Pfff !! (rolling his eyes)

Rene: Well, I need to be alone! (waving the waiter away)

A gorgeous woman with long red hair and green eyes walks by.

Rene: Hello there! How are you?

The woman completely ignores him...

The only reminder is her sweet scent...

Rene breathes it in ...sighing...

Rene: (oh turn around gorgeous! just turn around and come back...)

The woman walks to the corner, stops, turns around and gives

Rene one good look. She waits for what seems a lifetime.

Rene puts his hands over his eyes and holds his breath ...

He suddenly hears a woman's footsteps on the sidewalk...

Is he dreaming?

Rene: Pinch me! ...(he smiles)

He looks up at the smiling face of this mystery woman. Once

again Rene smiles up at her and invites her to sit with

him .

Rene:  You are a walking dream. How pretty you look today!

She smiles...taking in each word like a drop of pink champagne...

Rene: Hello, would you come sit here with me and have a

coffee and cigarette? I don’t bite and my name is Rene.

What is your name? (Rene pats the chair and shines

a big smile on her)

Rene: (takes her hand and kisses it gently gently, checking out the shiny diamond bracelet, earrings and pearl necklace..) My name is Rene.  I am a jeweler by trade. I like shiny things. I like jewels. I like women and I like myself. I like to count things. Like money and women. I like to sit here and watch people. Most are pretty predictable but they make me laugh. A long string

of pearls catches my eye. These women here in Paris

are unlike most women. The attitude, the scent

of heaven, the ‘shi-shi’ and jingles. Men are enamored and

they walk like they own the street.

Rene: A quick whisper  : Just a moment, reader, I need to get her interest, she is starting to look a little bored. Am I talking too much?

Readers:  Give her a chance to

talk silly...

Rene: Okay, Okay. (fixing his hair and checking his

smile once again in the mirror) I will sit back

and listen...



Gaby:  I like the name Rene! You like alot of things. I like

to walk around Paris. It's so pretty this time of year! I like

to try new things. I like art and music and dancing.  My name is Gaby., she says all pearly smiles and red lips and heavenly perfume. He offers her a cigarette and she accepts it with those perfectly manicured hands and brings it up to her sexy lips... leans over and lets Rene light her cigarette, his eyes watching...drinking her in....

Rene: Let me order you an espesso. Is that what you want? Or

would you prefer a cappuccino?

Gaby: A cappuccino, thank you.

Rene: Waiter!

Waiter rushes to sidewalk table..

Rene: a cappuccino for the young woman.

Waiter: Right away! Anything else?

Rene: That's fine for now.

Gaby: I was born right here in Paris. I used to go to

school right up on the hill. Do you know that school

too? (She points up the hill)

Rene:  (taking a sip of espresso) Why yes! I grew up

two streets over from there. I went to a different school.

Do you remember dancing in the streets every July


Gaby: Yes, everybody dances in the streets on that

day, silly, it’s a holiday! It’s great fun!! Those

were gloriously fun days. I love to dance. Don’t

you Rene?

Rene: Gaby? You saved me. I was sitting here all alone.

Just admiring every pretty woman that walks by and you

are the very first that agrees to share  a coffee and a cigarette with me.

Your beautiful face has saved me from a lonely fate. Want

to have a slow dance?

Gaby: Do you use that line on every woman you meet? It’s

kinda lame. You don’t seem to respect women

very much, but you are cute so, why not! I

would love to dance with you! (she smiles)

Rene: You know some times I play this

gigolo game, but today, I was sitting

here for hours trying to write this postcard

to my cousin Paul in Quebec. You see, Paul

wants to come visit me in Paris, but he wants

me to describe it to him. How do I describe

Paris in a post card? (Rene picks up the post

card and turns it around, showing Gaby)

Gaby: Cute card! Love that Eiffel Tower!

Just say a few words like wish you

were here Paul. Let him come here. You

can’t describe Paris in a few words, Rene. You have

to experience it, breathe it, live it.

Of course you know, Rene, if I can’t wake up

in Paris, I just want to turn right over, fluff up

my pillow and go back to sleep. Paris is wonderful!

Rene: No, Gaby. You are wonderful!

(toasting her with his coffee cup, smiling and trying

to be charming)

Gaby: Do you love Paris, Rene? (lighting up another


Rene: Why yes! I love it all! But most of all I love

sitting here talking to you, Gaby! You are lovely.

You are Paris, my dear! You are the heavenly

scent, you are shi-shi and all jingle, and you

are ou la la!!

Now let’s dance....

they are playing our song...and guess what day it is?

now look around you...check your calendar (Rene teases while

he watches crowds of people dancing in the streets....)

Gaby: hmmmm....let me take a wild guess? July 14th?

Rene smiles and whispers "yes...oh yes! dance with me please..."

(standing up and looking into Gaby's beautiful green eyes, walking

over to the crowd and letting the music sweep them away ....

(Lovely music playing..)

Rene holds Gaby close and they dance very close

for hours to the music coming from the

cafe...Even with crowds of Parisienne's  dancing in the streets

this day, all I see is Gaby, all I feel is Gaby ...we are alone

in this crowd of people ... 

Rene kisses Gaby’s hand, savors her

heavenly scent and smiles...

Gaby she is wonderful and smiling and

she smells so good! alalalalalala!!

Paris...I love this town!!







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