We took the train to Brighton.
My last visit was 18 years ago.
Brighton had not changed, I just a little.
This building seemed to float on water.
It was not clear if it is been build of on a verge of decay.
Royal Pavilion had the same feel.
It was grand and exotic mixture of the Victorian era and Eastern culture.
We went for real English afternoon tea.
Blackbird tearoom is what I imagined England to be at its lovelies.
Here having tea with my lovely sister-in-law.
With her flowery jacket, she seemed to belong at this garden tearoom.
Mr. Fly
They had the most romantic toilet.
I love beautiful toilets.
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