After approximately 51 miles and an hour and a half worth’s drive from London, there is a whole new world in front of me—a space that is home to fair rides, fearless surfers, a Pavilion to best all expectations, and "snooper’s paradise." Not only is this magical territory a world separate from my previous environment, but this marvelous coastline city has managed to carve out it’s own identities within itself. Perusing through the cobblestone market street on the North side, I was in a dream come true of creativity, anonymity, and uncensored individuality. Snoopers paradise was one of these lures that our guide mentioned that had me scampering towards the lamppost at 3:30 to be taken to a “little vintage store”. Being led through the alleyways and streets, I was consumed by history. Wandering through the decadence of the Royal Pavilion, I was in awe of the magnitude of it all. Strutting against the wind along the coastline, I felt like Dorothy about to be blown away: only instead of a tornado stealing me towards Oz, I was already there and being pulled back to reality. The pebbled beach led to crashing waves that were battled by those fearless surfers.
According to the tales of locals, there are members of this illustrious land who venture out into the ocean every Christmas morning because, although the water will never be warm, it is never too cold for a Brighton native. Wandering from storefront to art gallery, I was awash in the beauty that man creates. There was one painting by Samantha Ellis that was titled "Passing Time" and featured central London and it expressed every unheard squeal of delight, each unshed tear of joy, and the stunned silence from standing in the center of all of your dreams. This artwork was on display at a very posh gallery where it was clear the girl, who appeared 12 (though she is a whopping 20) and was lugging a back pack half her size, was clearly not in the market for a $5000 dollar painting, the woman working was polite and we spent nearly an hour talking about art. This woman exemplified the wondrous possibilities gained when chances are taken.
Brighton: the home of inspirations.
