“Once home to the humorist P.G. Wodehouse, Walton Street still emanates an old-school English charm,” writes Amiee Farrell. “Though flanked by Harrods and The Conran Shop, it’s an enclave of independent, if occasionally chichi, antiques and interiors shops, and art galleries and boutiques that has — so far — bucked the trend for high-end homogenization.”

I thought you’d want to know this. No need to thank me.

And on a loosely related note, Gene Veith talks about Sacramone’s list of funniest books, saying Lawrence Sterne’s Tristram Shandy should be on the list.