An accidental literary tourist

Early Sunday morning we arrived in London, disembarking at Heathrow somewhat dazed from the cocooning effect of long haul travel, blinking in the light. The best way to stave off jet lag is to get straight into local time, so we went for an amble from Kings Cross Station. The result was some accidental literary tourism in Bloomsbury. This is the terraced house at number 48 Doughty Street, Kings Cross, London, where Charles Dickens lived for two years (1837-39) and...