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...
SCRIBBLINGS OF A GIGOLO: POSTCARDS FROM PARIS
A TEASINGLY SWEET LITTLE VIGINETTE...
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 offer...it'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....
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
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
Rene: Okay, Okay. (fixing his hair and checking his
smile once again in the mirror) I will sit back
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.
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
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!!