It's always great to go to fascinating sites where great authors have been. I've been fortunate enough in my life to go to a few of these places.
One of, if not my favorite novel of all time, is The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas. One of Dumas' great novels, it's a classic about Edmond, an innocent man who is thrown in prison by his best friend who has betrayed him to steal his fiancee. After seven years on this island prison just south of Marseille, Edmond escapes, finds a hidden treasure, and slowly plots his revenge against those who have wronged him. It's one of the all-time great book, and the Chateau is worth a visit if you are in the Marseille area.
The main prison
Marseille across the bay. The water is cold enough that it will kill a man before he reaches the city, and there are rocks you could be crushed against if the tide is high.
Bath is a pretty idyllic place. In England there's pretty much four cities (that I've found): Multicultural metropolises, small historic cities, quaint middle-of-nowhere towns, and Bath. Big cities in the UK like London, Edinburgh, Glasgow, Cardiff and others are a hodgepodge of world cultures, the small historic cities are pretty touristy and have a McDonalds or at least a few UK chains (Tesco or The Slug and Lettuce), then there are the much-filmed, much-loved rural towns with a bunch of smiling, salt-of-the-earth people living in the boonies. Bath is one of the few places that has managed to retain a uniquely English culture. It isn't all genuine as there is a lot of touristy stuff, but it's not really tourism that sells Bath. Bath is the center of the Anglophile cult. Everything Victorian English is celebrated here, houses in the circuses (crescent-shaped 19th century apartments) are pristine, and despite appealing to tourists, it does manage to maintain its beauty.
Charles Dickens frequently visited Bath, and Jane Austen moved there when she was young. Though Jane apparently fainted when she heard her family was moving to Bath, her novels almost exclusively take place in an idyllic Victorian Britain, which has been lost everywhere throughout the UK except here.
The largest Circus.
The old Roman bath complex used by English aristocrats a hundred years ago.
Ireland is world famous for its writers, producing an astounding number of great writers. At the heart of Ireland's literature scene is Dublin.
I managed to see Oscar Wilde's house while I was there. Below is the park where he would walk in, which has a statue of him.
Perhaps the most famous Irish writer is James Joyce of Ulysses and Finnegan's Wake fame. I can just imagine him walking across the canals to his favorite pub.
Or visiting the famous Christchurch.
It's a treat to be in places that inspired previous writers to great works. It's inspiring just to be there, though I find that magic is a finite thing. Once a McDonald's is built next to it, it dissipates, but if you can find some obscure place you just might find something incredible.