Chere Capucine

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’.