By this time, the battery was down to 4%, so not enough to share its location, but enough to turn it on in case I needed to prove it was mine. “Mais oui,” I jubilantly replied, “avec un, er, keyboard blanche.”Ī few moments, a sharing of a passport, signing of a document and payment (10 euros, cash preferred) and we were reunited. I described the tablet in broken schoolboy French: “Je pense que mon iPad est ici parce que mon app…” before the gentleman behind the counter lost interest and wandered off to the back room. Looking at my screen grab, that office is, I would say, within 10 feet of the location the iPad was reporting. The next day, the battery was too weak to update the location but I boarded the TGV to Marseille and 36 minutes later was at the Objets Trouvee office. I checked in on it several more times during the day but as Marseille was 60 miles away, I could only send good thoughts and hope the battery would hold out.Īctually, Apple, here’s a feature request: how about the facility to send a message to a lost device, along the lines of “Stay calm, buddy, I’m coming to get you.” Let’s remember that this was a full two days after I’d depleted the battery (Doctor Strange and the Multiverse of Madness is a longish movie and can take its toll), but there was my iPad, pluckily reaching out to any nearby Apple gizmo. I looked at the map and it appeared to be in the station, though it was hard to know if it was at the Lost Property office (oh, please), in a railway siding or the private home of some nefarious person who’d picked it up. Find My had pinpointed the location of my missing device as being at Marseilles, the final destination of the train I’d been on.
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