A romantic weekend in Kemp Town

M and I took the opportunity, whilst Ben was in Welsh Wales, to spend some time away together. Original plans for Amsterdam were scuppered by having to work late on Friday – so Brighton was the chosen venue. We found ourselves a little “boutique” hotel in the Kemp Town area called the New Steine Hotel, a charming little hotel with a sea view if you cricked your neck. After having fixed the toilet handle we ventured off into downtown Kemp Town where a local directed us to a “good value” Italian. It turned out to be pretty average but was nevertheless welcome considering the lateness of the hour.

07:30 on Saturday morning we were rudely awakened by the hotel fire alarm squawking at us continually. There followed a rapid throwing on of clothes and a run downstair to join our fellow travellers on the pavement outside. News eventually came from the hotel’s northern European management that “there was moist in ther system!”

So returned to bed for an hour or two and downstairs again for an excellent breakfast, where upon enquiring about the earlier alarm was advised that one of the guests had tried to smoke in her room and had detached the fire sensor and triggered the alarm on re-attachment.

So…off we trotted to Brighton Town centre – it all started with the Lanes. Ladies clothes shops, jewellers, nic-nac shops, I never knew there were so many shops.

Back to the hotel for a couple of hours recuperation then off to a superb restaurant, Havanna. Great food, fantastic service.

Sunday – up, breakfast and off to the Pavillion. George IV – clearly one of life’s example setting hedonists. Bizzare building – but had to be seen. Apparently leaked from the start.

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