A Day Trip to Brighton
The alarm clock rang and we set off for an adventure on the English coast. The forecast was filled with little, animated clouds and thus we exhausted our brighten Brighton puns on the train ride there. Rolling through the countryside, we devoured the sights of England as our first glimpse outside of London. From the terminal, we took to the Lanes, where we instantly felt at home in this eccentric little city.We meandered through the tiny streets, stopping to take photos of every brightly colored door, until about the tenth one and realized the color wasn't contained. It ran rampant through the town.Who would've ever thought my spirit store would be in Brighton, England. On the corner of Kensington Place, the teal and neon green storefront of Blackout beckoned me to stock up on kitschy photo props and imported artisan home goods while we heard stories about the travels these pieces had been on from the shop girl.Ampersands tumbled over each other on a well-reviewed café, which we took as a sign (bah-dum, ching!). We sat down to beans for brunch at The Manor and watched as a Chris Robinson look-a-like, complete with a 1970's, fur coat, shaggy hair vibe, strolled his baby pram right on by us. "These are my people," I whispered to Justin.The Photomatic across the street is a must-pop-in, but only if you're into really fun momentos from amazing places and stuff like that.Linger and wander. Get lost and turn corners. That's really the best way to experience Brighton. It's certainly achievable to see it all in one day, but just as well taking your time and taking it in slowly. Because you'll want to come back. It's the coffee culture, the vibrancy, the beach.The Brighton Dome welcomed us into the refined side of the city with sweeping architectural rooftops. The Royal Pavilion and it's pretty, pretty gardens that, not surprisingly, was the summer home to King Charles IV. That diva. After these two Excel nerds got their fill of rows and columns, it was on to the famous Brighton Pier where people watching could be an Olympic sport.We walked and walked and window shopped all through Brighton and Hove. The artist community in this area is booming and they have the coffee culture to keep it that way. The Marwood was our personal choice for an afternoon pick-me-up, which gave me just enough energy to leave Justin at our table to run and catch the Irish wedding being led 'round the Lanes by bagpipes. I do it all for you, Snapchat. (Ahem, I'm montgomeryfest - are you playing?)And at the end of the day, we watched the sunset go down at the West Pier. That hauntingly beautiful burnt down pier.Justin and skipping rocks is almost magnetic when near water. And Brighton Beach is a goldmine for such a sport!
This last little shot made its way onto an art print at Minted. Shop it here!