The backstreets of Brighton

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I went to Brighton yesterday. I’ve lived nearby most of my life, but I’ve never really been sure if I actually like the place.

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It has a vibrancy about it that I’ve experienced nowhere else in the world, not even in London. It’s alive, it’s fun, it’s a happening place. It’s the gay capital of the UK and the Goth centre of the universe! The population is young and trendy, and you find something to surprise you around every corner.

Art and music abound, whether on the street or in the galleries of North Laine. Its Restaurants are daring, experimental and as often as not, vegetarian! Its thousands of small shops are invariably decked out in a riot of colour and refuse to conform to the normal image of the High Street.

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But I don’t know. I sometimes feel I’m on another planet. I have never felt I belonged there. I feel like ha gate crasher at some exclusive outrageous wacky party!

But there is a normal Brighton, if there is such a thing as normal. It has the obligatory shopping mall with all the usual names, a beach, pier, parks, gardens and churches. Children in school uniform and elderly people are there among the trendy young peacocks strutting the streets.

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I visit now and again. I try to soak up some of the atmosphere, and as often as not I do leave with a bit of a buzz about me. In fact yesterday was one of the most enjoyable days I’ve had for ages. I spent it entirely in the North Laine district and came away with 175 photos!

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A few I’ve used here, but if you want to see more, in far better quality then click HERE and by the magic of the interweb you will find yourself

walking the narrow backstreets of the City of Brighton.

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