A couple of weeks ago I met a mate in Oxford. We had a drink in the Eagle and Child pub, made famous for being the meeting place of a group of Oxford fantasy authors who called themselves the Inklings. These included C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien. As we sat there drinking, a good number of tourists came in to reverently snap photos. As I did too when I read the plaque on the wall.
Then we visited the Ashmolean.