Once again, I got sidetracked from something that I was meaning to do, which in this case was publish something on some of the towns in France that my brother and I got to know during our trips to France back in the eighties.
One of those towns was Gray, which is not far from Dijon, in eastern France. It is not terribly far from the German border. For the most part, it was the closest thing to a city near where my uncle and aunt had their home in the tiny community of Leffond, which is actually a part of the larger village of Champlitte, which I already posted something about.
Gray is a charming small city in it's own right. The distinctive Basilique Notre-Dame is almost always what first comes to mind for me. It is a church with a tall, somewhat rounded steeple, and dominates the town's skyline. The other thing that I remember is the pont de pierre (the bridge) across the Saône into Gray. When seen from across the river, again I remember the backdrop of the town being dominated by the church.
There were some other memories, as well. Gray has an airport, and since my uncle and cousin both used to go there to fly and instruct in flying lessons, we went there fairly frequently. They flew a small plane, an ultralight aircraft, called a ULM. It almost looked like a glider with an engine and a couple of seats. In fact, on some occasions, we got to fly a bit while up there, which was always fun. I have always loved flying.
In any case, here are some pictures of the postcards that I obtained on visits there some years ago.
Enjoy!
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