Have you ever ordered the wrong food on holiday because you couldn’t read the menu?
Or perhaps you’ve found yourself wandering around a city for hours, unable to get to your destination because the signs weren’t in English.
Well, a little-known app could save you from these two major holiday stresses.
Google Lens is a free app, available on both Android and iOS, and is described as a ‘travel companion’ during the holiday season.
Google Lens is a free app,
A lot of stubborn men would rather find themselves lost in Timbuktu than ask for directions.
So it
Across the UK drivers, cyclists and walkers alike have come out in force to blast councils on some of the most ludicrous road markings and signs that have been catching people out – sometimes landing them with huge fines.
Rushed-through road markings and ill-thought out signs have left resident’s amused and infuriated in equal measure – as while some see the lighter side, others have raised serious safety concerns.
From mismatched crossroads with six different arrows and wiggly road markings,
Heidi Julavits weiß, wohin sie will DIRECTIONS TO MYSELF: A Memoir of Four Years (Hogarth, 287 Seiten, 27 $), oder zumindest muss sie glauben, dass sie es tut. In dieser Erzählung über Elternschaft und Verarbeitung kann es wenig Raum für Zweifel geben, außer natürlich, wenn es um gutes Schreiben geht. Julavits‘ kleiner Sohn steht vor dem, was sie als „Endzeit seiner Kindheit“ bezeichnet – ihr ältester Sohn ist bereits ein Teenager – und im Laufe der windigen Sommer in
Life so often rhymes with reading; what happens on the page primes our expectations for what we’ll find beyond it. So, a few weeks ago, as I was sitting on a sidewalk bench with “Directions to Myself” (Hogarth), Heidi Julavits’s new memoir, it seemed inevitable that a posse of teen-age boys should come strutting down the avenue, jostling and preening for their own benefit and that of the neighborhood at large. “I’m not listening to your bitch ass,” one shouted
