Nestled on a quiet street in Bloomsbury, London, far from the tourist crowds of the Thames and Westminster, there’s a modest Georgian townhouse with black railings, white-framed windows, and red brick walls. It doesn’t shout for attention—but it doesn’t need to. This is the Charles Dickens Museum, the former home of one of England’s greatest storytellers, where fiction met reality and a literary universe was born.

If you’ve ever dreamed of swimming with jellyfish without turning into a human pincushion, your fantasy is not only possible—it’s floating in the heart of Indonesia.