From a beautiful piece in the Washington Post by Zofia Smardz:
"Well, that’s how it goes on a Jane Austen pilgrimage. You think, if I can only see where she lived and worked and danced and played, I’ll get inside her head. Capture her genius.
Hah. That’s not so easy, is it, old girl? After 200 years, there’s not that much to see. And you’re so good at hiding.
But it won’t stop me from looking for you."
I can relate. Which is why I'll be going back to keep looking, too. Do read the whole piece. It's really lovely.