Brighton

We didn’t wake until about 10am, probably a combination of our bodies being used to U.S. schedules, but also that we hadn’t exactly had the normal amount of sleep in the previous 24 hours. Yann (the kind gentleman we are staying with) had suggested we see Brighton this day, since the weather was supposed to be crappy (normal?) in London. So he went and purchased our train tickets, we got dressed, and then headed out to find croissants. We found them at the place we’d eaten the night before. Delicious.


The train to Brighton was about 40 minutes, so we were there around noon. We stayed til almost 10pm. We walked EVERYWHERE. We started out with a little shopping, since we wanted to pick up scarves (for warmth) and Kristi needed shoes (her flip flops had broken). We got a few items at H&M, and then found super cheap linen pants at a store called Primark. I supposed linen pants weren’t a necessity, but they are super comfortable and, like I said, were cheap ($9-$12).

We then headed for the “beach”. It’s a rocky pebble beach, not a sand beach, but quite nice. We stuck our toes in the English Channel, which we learned from Yann is not called the English Channel by everybody, it’s mostly called the Channel, I guess since it doesn’t really belong to England.


For lunch we had our pick of a number of places of course, but one of these places was called Gourmet Burger Kitchen. We’d seen one the day before, and it of course piqued my interest. The menu looked pretty good, so we got a table, and a bucket of ciders, and each picked something from their “world cup” menu (the burgers were all assigned countries, and they came with flags stuck in them...albeit, not the same flags as the countries they were supposedly from). I was actually quite boring and picked a bacon and cheddar burger, but I added garlic mayo because I’d seen it mentioned for other burgers. Great idea if I do say so myself. But everyone enjoyed what they ordered, even the vegetarian Yann. And we of course got some fries, along with blue cheese dipping sauce.


Quite a nice lunch, which we then walked off. We saw probably everything Brighton had to offer, the buildings, the beach, etc.










The Royal Pavilion used to be a royal residence, but Queen Victoria didn’t like it and it was sold to Brighton (minus a bunch of expensive stuff inside).


More pictures can be found in my Europe Flickr set, here