“Where is this blooming café?” Walter huffed, as we climbed the long staircase, along narrow byways, alleyways and out of the way Montmartre neighborhoods; in search of the charming café I once had a candid conversation with the proprietor.
We were out of breath and dying of thirst by the time we were midway from Sacré Cœur. My otherwise patient ‘hubby’ was not a happy camper. That was when I spotted a brasserie that faintly resembled the café I couldn’t remember its name.
A server, in black with a white apron greeted us, as soon as we plonked ourselves on the outdoor chairs, “Bonjour! Bonne journée Messieurs!”
I could not recall where I had seen this waiter until he spoke, “Hello! I remember you. You’re a writer. You were here several years ago, and told me about your books.”
I stared at the man agape by his recognition. He resumed, “I read all three of A Harem Boy’s Saga books. I’m now on book IV – TURPITUDE.”
He gave me a naughty wink. “You are a good writer,” he added.
I continued to gaze at him speechless. He continued, “I remember you. You wore a floor length dragonfly brocade coat the last time we met. Your ensemble stuck to my mind throughout the years.”
I finally expressed, “You read and is reading my memoirs?”
“Of course, you told me about your harem life the last time you were here. They are remarkable stories.” he declared. “I had to read your memoirs.”
My beloved, who had thus far remained silent, spoke, “We’ve been searching for your café for a long time. Bernard couldn’t remember the name.” He paused before he opined, “And I’m dying of thirst.”
The Frenchman gave a hearty laugh before he responded, “Yes monsieur, what will you like?”
“A glass of cabernet sauvignon,” my beloved requested.
“And you sir?” the proprietor inquired of me.
“A cup of Darjeeling please,” I replied.
We chatted amiably with my Cambridge educated fan while we sat sipping wine and tea.
When it came time for us to leave, the Frenchman asserted, “I’m honored to be acquainted with an accomplished author and I look forward to seeing INITIATION, the movie.
“Will it be premiering at the Cannes Film Festival?”
I answered wittily, “I hope so. If not Cannes, it’ll be Hollywood.”
Before Walter and I departed to watch the enchanting sunset on butte Montmartre from Basilique du Sacré Cœur, we thanked the brasserie owner for the complimentary beverages he had so kindly conferred upon us.
Bernard Foong (aka Young)
A Harem Boy’s Saga; a memoir by Young
(a 5 – 7 book autobiographical series)
A Harem Boy's Saga (series) - Film Option Agreement signed with UK Film production company.