The young man plays his resonator for centimes in a sleazy Parisian night club.
He sits in front of a tatty Japanese screen which, in his imagination, magically
transforms into the reality of a moonlit sky -perhaps the very moon upon which his beloved
Capucine, who lives a long way away is wistfully gazing.
Or maybe she’s having fun with the boys….
‘Capucine’ a flower -and old fashioned girl’s name, a bit like the English ‘Lettice’.