Text and photos by Daniel Efram
Smith lives next door to the former shop and has a beautiful garden teeming with zen fare that friends of the shop would appreciate.
It was wonderful to run into Smith recently and get invited in to tour her apartment, complete with a garden with many tributes to Bronson.
Upon walking through the studio, she points at the window door, which leads to the peaceful setting of stones and bric-a-brac.
“Just as I was preparing to empty the shop ... I was invited to empty an apartment in Village View,” she said. “An astounding collection of stones from the Sahara Desert were in that apartment. How could I turn down that opportunity of a lifetime? I did sell many of those stones because, of course, I have a small apartment, but some worked their way into my garden, where they seemed quite at home. They are the remnants of a culture approximately 6,000 years old with no written language, but the people spoke clearly in their reverence for stone.”
The enthralling setting gave way to her trademark wry wit.
“The spirit of the garden developed over a period of nine years while attending to an elderly gentleman who had scouted me at A Repeat Performance. He watched me work and I watched him get old.”
Smith hopes to complete the bulk of “The Confessions of The Shopkeepers,” her nonfiction manuscript, by Valentine’s Day 2022.
