The bridge between our little village of Gryon and the resort town of Villars. After my Dad passed away, I found a photo of my sister standing on this bridge. None of us had realised at the time, but my Dad and sister had passed through our little village many years ago on their way to meet me in Germany.Sunday, 4 July 2010
June 23, 2010
The bridge between our little village of Gryon and the resort town of Villars. After my Dad passed away, I found a photo of my sister standing on this bridge. None of us had realised at the time, but my Dad and sister had passed through our little village many years ago on their way to meet me in Germany.
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