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Brighton Yesterday

We went into Brighton yesterday.  Brighton is a trendy, artsey town that reminds me of England meets New York City and any up scale shore town in Jersey (it also happens to be the Gay capitol of England - not that there's anything wrong with that).
There are loads of shops, a shopping mall, a ton of restaurants, pubs
& clubs.  I love the mall because it reminds me of being back home and it feels familiar.  On a nice day, Brighton gets packed with people but it doesn't
bother me because for me it's really nice to be out among the living.
It's funny how I look froward to the weekends when I get to dress nicer
than my gym cloths and do my hair and make-up (not that I ever leave
the house without make-up).
It was cold in Brighton, but it was still really packed with people.  It's funny how when March hits and the first of the spring like days happens - some of the people here start dressing like it's summer - no matter what the temperature is.  Yesterday was pretty cold (around 55 degrees or so, but felt much colder in the wind) and there were people wearing shorts and flip-flops while others were wearing coats and scarves.  I really find it funny, but what's even stranger is that they all seem to be just as comfortable in their choice of clothing as the others - the people in shorts don't seem to be colder than anyone else.  Although, I was wearing a light jacket and in the wind, felt pretty damn cold.  I guess it really is a state of mind.
Brighton is a great place for people watching.  There is a huge mix of types of people there - anything from posh looking conservative types to the punk rocker types with bright colored spiked hair and piercings.  It's quite the site to see them all walking along the streets together seemingly unaffected by each other.
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The strip along the seafront and Brighton pier is what makes Brighton stand out among the rest.  It's lined with Victorian buildings on one side and the beautiful pale green ocean on the other.  We have a prier and see front here, but Brighton just seems grand.  I guess that's why in the summer people from all over the country come for their summer holidays (which is kind of unfortunate because it gets really over crowded).  We're not much different I guess because as soon as the sun shows it's self - we're there in the crowd with the rest.
Spring should be here to stay soon and I'm looking really froward to
the mild weather, the warm evenings in the shore towns and the fields of flowers that come with English
spring and summers. It shouldn't be long now.

Comments

Beverley Greenwood said…
Erren,
I love the way you've written about Brighton. I agree that it's a great place to go to in summer.
I hope you're feeling better. I know what it's like to be in a place that isn't really home.
Bev

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