The prospect of spending eight hours in Gatwick airport while waiting for my connection to Madrid was not too tempting, so I decided to catch a train and go to Brighton.
I had never been in Brighton and enjoyed my walk on what seemed to be the main street and on the seafront. Brighton’s seafront is very similar to seaside resorts in the North of France, such as Deauville (from what I have seen in films anyway). It looks like a place that must have seen better days and that must have been trendy a few decades ago.
I found the architecture in Brighton quite interesting. The buildings’ facades are varied and often have a certain grandiosity.
The weather was mild and it was pleasant to chill out in a town I did not know for a few hours.
After eating a plate of fried seafood, I still could not resist going in this cute French patisserie where I enjoyed a coffee éclair while reading a book.
But the clock was ticking and I had to get back to the airport to catch my plane to the next destination.
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