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Discussion: Google translate

in: bl; bl > 2018-05-29

May 30, 2018 4:53 PM # 
JanetT:
...can be useful.

The one you thought was abandoned is "subscription route" (tho I have no clue what that means), and à péage means toll road. (As you said, plage is beach.)

I downloaded the Danish dictionary to my phone for our trip there later this year.
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May 30, 2018 5:44 PM # 
chitownclark:
I sympathize with your frustrations while driving. But congratulations for coming through 2200km unscathed.

As an alternative to renting an (expensive) car and driving yourself, what about taking the train from town to town...and then renting a bike for leisurely cycling around town and environs? Or staying near the train station and walking?

I've done both during trips to Europe. And especially in the French countryside, I love biking, with only a local Michelin map to guide me. What's that old USOF motto? "Give me a map and I'm magic?' Don't think that applies to a GPS.
May 31, 2018 9:34 PM # 
bl:
Yes, I was late to discover the Google function.

Cycling, trains and walking all have their time & place. When we went to Europe for O in the early 80s, I don't ever recall renting a car but we were also part of an O group (usually NEOC) so the mentality was different. The car was 188 euros for 10 days thru AAA. Gas, of course, is expensive. We couldn't get a diesel for some reason.

We had Michelin maps of Brittany and Normandy (say east Normandy on one side and west on the other). We cut them in quarters, carefully labelled (became 16 maps), and used them a lot. I did the navigating for the most part and Beth drove. After we figured out most aspects of the GPS, where we were going determined who drove - or just plain who wanted to or didn't. It is right-sided driving vs UK's left and other idiosyncrasies. Here's one with a story. We went to this village, St. Jacut-de-la-Mer, on a lark. we were passing the access road. It looked rural, green and small and beckoning.

We found a Hotel, Vieux Moulin. There did not seem to be anyone there and it turned out there was not. A woman gave us a room. When we left in the AM, the place was literally empty, front door locked. We went to a small pub-restaurant for dinner. We were told the wait was about 25' tho there were quite a few empty tables. There was a nearby couple, she was speaking both British English as well as French. I asked her what was what and she confirmed the wait. We ended up sitting in the cocktail lounge talking and then had dinner together. The next morn we went to her place for breakfast. She was English, married to an Irishman. They had a meat farm in central France. Her godmother had given her a house (60% inheritance tax) in this little village which she was seasonally renting. The fellow with her was Irish and an old friend. He was living in France but we didn't get where. His SO had 19 cats though.... He came to help her put several tons of gravel over two days (30k distant) down in her drive to make it a better situation. It was a nice interaction with strangers.

If you went to the very northern tip of the village, looking west, this was the view. It didn't get dark in France til about 10pm.

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