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Russell Richardson. Europe from a Motor Car
Europe from a Motor Car
Table of Contents
PREFACE
CHAPTER I. BERLIN TO MARIENBAD
CHAPTER II. MARIENBAD TO TRAFOI
CHAPTER III. CROSSING THE STELVIO INTO ITALY
CHAPTER IV. A VISIT TO LYONS
CHAPTER V. CHAMBÉRY TO NÎMES
CHAPTER VI. NÎMES TO CARCASSONNE
CHAPTER VII. CARCASSONNE TO TARBES
CHAPTER VIII. TARBES TO BIARRITZ
CHAPTER IX. A DAY IN SPAIN
CHAPTER X. BIARRITZ TO MONT-DE-MARSAN
CHAPTER XI. MONT-DE-MARSAN TO PÉRIGUEUX
CHAPTER XII. PÉRIGUEUX TO TOURS
CHAPTER XIII. THE CHÂTEAUX OF TOURAINE
CHAPTER XIV. ORLÉANS TO DIEPPE
CHAPTER XV. EXPENSES AND SUGGESTIONS
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Russell Richardson
Published by Good Press, 2021
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Just at this moment Looloo, our French bull terrier, became sick. The shock of coming so suddenly into German territory was probably too much for her sensitive French temperament, but she soon revived after eating a piece of French dog biscuit. We lunched at a Gasthaus in the small town of Furth im Walde. The first word on the wall which caught our attention was "Ausstellung." That was enough to make us feel that we were once more in the Fatherland. The Germans seem to be always holding or advertising exhibitions and fairs. "Ausstellung" and "Practisch" need have no immediate fear of losing their place in the vocabulary of the average German. There was no doubt of our being in Germany. We would have known it from the trim, clean farms. Order and thrift were in evidence, every stick of every wood pile in place—all such a contrast to Bohemian untidiness.
Once more in the land of the Kaiser, and motoring through picturesque Bavaria, slow changing and old-fashioned, the mediæval part of modern Germany, a region of small towns and peasant farms. We were often delayed to pay the Zoll of a few pfennigs. The impost was not onerous, but it was inconvenient to stop so often. Frequently a little girl or small boy would come out to collect our pfennigs, and would hold up flowers for us to purchase. On one occasion we saw an aged collector of tolls apparently overburdened by official cares, his head sunk in slumber, and a large beer stein on a table near him. The picture was so characteristic of the slow-moving life around us!
