This was the case of me reaching the wrong destination (I was enroute to Amberly) and then alighting from the train because I had no good reason not to explore this beach town. I was not on a schedule neither had a plan.
Brighton is bright, colorful. As you exit the railway station, you see a typical town. Cafes. A church. A main street with shops - odds and ends, convenient stores, pharmacies, eateries, hardware stores yada yada.
And as you walk a little, straight up ahead, you can get a glimpse of the ocean, the glistening English Channel rather. And as you cut a small lane to the left and then another right, you are suddenly in the more colorful and touristy North Laine. I felt like I walked from a sleepy beach town to a bohemian paradise.
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| For the most part, Brighton is a quiet town, who one day, saw tourists and evolved to make them happy. |
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| This street was so bustling. I landed up doing a bit of shopping. |
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| Umm. |
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| If you see a whale mural, you must take photos. |
I walked into a non-descript cafe, with no expectations. I tried their barista recommended hojicha latte. It was so good! The cafe is called Olea Specialty Cafe & Matcha. If I visit again, I will have the same order.
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