I would also love to see Orchard House (is that it?), Louisa May Alcott's childhood home.

I've been there. I'd be happy to go back with you anytime you are up this way.

Almost every trip I have taken to England has had some sort of literary pilgrimage in it. Bath was my favorite. I loved all of the Jane Austen things there. I also have seen Austen's house in Chawton, Kipling's house, I love the Globe in London (even though it is not original). There's more but I can't remember them all right now.

I remember being disappointed that I couldn't convince our tour guide to stop at Elizabeth Barrett Browning's grave in Florence.

I haven't been to London since the new Globe was built. Want.

Reading so informs my world that almost all my travel is some sort of literary pilgrimage. I also discovered that my large intake of British murder mysteries meant I had no trouble with the language or culture. I found it startling that there were Americans around me baffled by lift, lorry and what floor they were on.

I took my copy of Gaudy Night to Oxford the second time I went.

I also discovered that my large intake of British murder mysteries meant I had no trouble with the language or culture.

I realized semi-recently that my large intake of old British murder mysteries is why I'm always surprised when it's not five dollars to the pound -- because that's what it was in the 30s! Der.

Jesse, wait a little while - it should be back there!

Even bigger tingle -- the piece of Roman wall still standing in place near the Tower of London. (It's just outside the nearest Underground station.)

This is me. I happened upon it and went up to touch it. Some people behind me followed suit, but I'm fairly certain they didn't know why.

Even bigger tingle -- the piece of Roman wall still standing in place near the Tower of London. (It's just outside the nearest Underground station.)

Hee! We loved this, too [link] See also the Sherlock Holmes excursion also on this page.

Poe's grave is a good reading pilgrimage.

I am ashamed to admit that I've mostly done reading pilgrimages for books I haven't read: Somseret Maugham in Thailand, Joseph Conrad (Lord Jim) in Malaysia, Herotodus at Thermopylae and Apostle Paul at Corinth. But these are sort of culture-by-osmosis things, and it's not like I'm totally shallow and more jonesed about seeing the Exorcist stairs, really.

I guess books are more real to me; I always assume that anything I see on screen is faked. Of course, not to the same degree as the DH, who couldn't grok what I find amusing about leaving graffiti to Roskolnikov. He said, "Roskolnikov's more real to me than most of the people I work with."

I finally got to look at the Kindle. WANT....

Jerry Pournelle has a review here.

The first time we went to Lahore, my Dad made a point of taking me to see Zam-Zammah and the Ajaib-Ghar where Kim starts. I've been to Amritsar and Kulu and Ambala and Saharunpur, but not Lucknow.