German publisher of a series of travel guidebooks (1801-1859)

Usage examples of baedeker.

She studied the map in Baedeker and ticked off the names as the local train crawled through the rustic stations, puffing idly while the Carinthians piled on board with their baskets of eggs and string-wrapped parcels of ham and cheese, pushing Jacques and her, exhausted, into the corner of the carriage.

But Baedeker was dreadfully Pecksniffian about these poor innocent etudiantes, many of whom love their lovers much more truly than many a British wife loves her husband, and are much better loved in return.

Oh, she could picture that scene-the Hills and nee Hills lagging far behind an exasperated Tour Guide in the sun-fried Old Town, yes, all of the Hills standing about Jerusalem in their fashions-Uncle Alden mildly contemplating a sad ruin, Aunt Becky frowning back and forth between her Baedeker page and the discrepancies between those things described and those things not seen.

Let them be deceived into thinking the city something more than what their Baedekers said it was: a Pharos long gone to earthquake and the sea: picturesque but faceless Arabs.

He knew the people who never walked about with Baedekers, who had learnt to take a siesta after lunch, who took drives the pension tourists had never heard of, and saw by private influence galleries which were closed to them.

Result, the end which sank under you before now pops wide, and spouts forth a stream of Baedekers red as collops.

It was filled with oddments of reference: large-scale maps, back copies of Who's Who, old Baedekers.

Tuesday morning, clad in a sweater-jacket, tennis-shoes, an old felt hat, a khaki shirt and corduroys, carrying a suit-case packed to bursting with clothes and Baedekers, with one hundred and fifty dollars in express-company drafts craftily concealed, he dashed down to Baraieff's hole.

Americans have geography,” and he herein explores that geography, tracing an arcane network of roads and streets and highways and interstates from the wonderfully realized Cairo, Illinois, to the wonderfully fictionalized Lakeside, Wisconsin, with side trips of varying length and significance to San Francisco, Seattle, Dallas, and Boulder, in a Baedeker of the outré describing a land where a fire-eyed ifrit out of Islamic myth pilots a New York taxi and a man is crucified in harrowing detail in rural Virginia and something like the Teutonic Götterdämmerung erupts atop Lookout Mountain in the northwest corner of Georgia.

But I don't think she ought to have run away with Baedeker that morning in Santa Croce.