A Day at the Seaside

March 30, 2012

If you have decided to take a weekend in the middle of the week, and if then there is sunshine and a blue sky and – even though it’s only the end of March – temperatures of about 20 degrees Celsius, you might well come up with the idea of going to the seaside. And so we did…

On Wednesday, after an extensive breakfast, we took the train to Brighton and, upon arrival, headed straight for the beach. As it turned out, quite a lot of people had had the same idea and even before noon the beach was already pretty crowded. A few of the more daring beach-goers had even donned their bathing-suits and ventured into the sea – but all of them turned around immediately because the water was still freezing. (How do I know it was freezing? Well, of course we couldn’t resist taking off our shoes and socks and wading into the sea to see what it was like ourselves.)

With our feet dry again and a little sand in our shoes, we then went for a stroll in Brighton’s famous Lanes, enjoying their narrow alleys and their small shops filled with antiques, jewelry, haberdashery, bits and bobs and the unavoidable tourist junk.

 As you can see in the above photo, the Lanes really are rather picturesque and there was something nice and interesting to see on every corner. Once I got out my camera, though, I soon became interested in the less idyllic aspects of Brighton too, and ended up photographing slightly scruffy looking backstreets rather than the neat and dapper shop-fronts in the Lanes…

That said, I still couldn’t resist taking lots and lots of pictures of the most touristy of all tourist attractions in Brighton, the Royal Pavilion:

 Seriously, this many-turreted architectural extravaganza…

…  is just too good a motif to pass up on.

Then again, I found the old bus shelters right in front of it just as intriguing, and their clear, unadorned form perhaps even more beautiful than the domes and turrets of the Pavilion:

 In the late afternoon / early evening we walked down to the beach again, and it was even more crowded than before…

In the east, the white buildings and structures on the old Palace Pier made a beautiful contrast with the intense blues of the sky and the sea…

… while to the west, things were already looking quite hazy, and the sad remains of the West Pier assumed an almost eerie, ghost-like appearance… 

… creating yet another contrast in a day that, in retrospect, was full of fascinating contrasts.

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