Remembering Gwen; a post from the past on the anniversary of her death in 2013.
My beloved friend Gwen Gibson passed away yesterday. She was at home, surrounded by people who loved her, peaceful, accepting. As these things go, it was ideal.
Gwen, in the kitchen of La Cascade, Durfort, France
I met Gwen when I went for the first time to the South of France and stayed in her lovely old house in the town of Durfort. The house is named La Cascade, and this is the street. The water down the center of the road is the old quench stream for the metalsmiths who created the copperwork that Durfort was famous for.
To quote Gwen, about how it came to be that she should own a house in the South of France,
“An appetite for fresh experience and the need to keep moving take me places I would never have imagined beforehand. Because I find the unknown tempting, I’m often drawn to projects…
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