A few years ago I almost got to live in Brighton for 6 months for my studies. I chose to stay in Paris instead in the end and I finally got the chance to visit recently.
It was important for us to spend a day by the seaside after a week in London; we just wanted to extend the trip a bit more and enjoy the fresh air.
And that we did, as it was really windy and not very warm. I absolutely loved the victorian houses in Brighton, the lanes, and the fact that the city can hold something as impressive as the Royal Pavilion in its heart.
However, I think the circumstances weren’t the best so sadly we didn’t enjoy our visit fully. We arrived on a sunny Friday around noon that quickly turned into a rainy one, spent the evening in a rather dry environment (the rain had finally stopped I mean) and left the next morning
in a pouring rain!! You know, like dragging our suitcases for a 20 minute walk from the shore where our hotel was up to the train station, and all.
The streets were pretty much empty on Friday (is it more busy during the weekend?) and even the shops were closing at 5pm. Nonsense!! So we had an early dinner – lovely dinner at Hen by the way (Candice is quite the chicken lover) – and had dessert at The Creperie. It was totally unplanned but we were longing for something french! Also the chef was French so we naturally approved.
I think I definitely need to go back to experience it in the summer, see if it’s very much like our Deauville.
Have you ever been to Brighton?