Ever since I read Judith Mackrell’s heartwarming book about Keynes & Lopokova (see earlier post) I’ve been meaning to drop by Gordon Square one day to see where so much of the story took place. On Monday, I stumbled across Keynes’ house (sad that the blue plaque doesn’t mention his wife) by accident. If the stones held any secrets, they weren’t giving them up, particularly not in the light I saw them in – fluorescent tubes at dusk do not help a sense of history. I wasn’t going to post the picture, but then Keynes was in the news again yesterday (How to kick-start a faltering economy the Keynes way), so here you are.
