By MAGGIE M, Wedgee-in-Chief, Editor, theWedge.LIVE 💛 TO SHARE click icons at story’s end. TO SUBSCRIBE go to upper-right column. TO COMMENT go to upper-right of story.
I have been in “Gan” several times over the last two weeks, frothing up an ode to her, capturing this elusive beauty yet another year.
This story foreshadows an introduction to seven of her finest subjects this week.
I cannot resist personifying this town with metaphors, idioms about beauty. The most beautiful women in the world are said to have the “it,” that “je ne sais quoi” that sets them apart from all others. It isn’t skin deep. These women are notoriously mysterious, pensive, graceful, seemingly unaware that all eyes are on them. Grace Kelly, Sophia Loren and Ava Gardner come to mind, or this day’s Eva Greene and Natalie Portman.
Gan is a poet’s dream, a thespian’s stage, an artist’s palette, a mademoiselle’s parade, a philosopher’s muse, a sculptor’s hands, a musician’s lyrics.
She is tranquil even when congested. There are no raised voices. No car horns. There is a tacit calm. People seem to saunter, sashay.
John Keats wrote, “A thing of beauty is a joy forever.”
It was a perfect day last Thursday in Gan. It had been hot and humid; but, when the locals coalesced at the gourmet food market near Town Hall for the evening, a refreshing breeze and plenty of tree shade also arrived. Jeff Montgomery performed many songs from his album in the park’s bandshell. Old and new friends gathered around picnic tables, benches and along the walkways. It was lovely.
It was about this time last year I wrote the widely read, Drop Dead Gorgeous Gananoque. She still is.
I squeezed in a few more shots as the sun began to set. Enjoy Gan’s sinuous angles below.
A few shots we never published from last year’s jaunt.
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