EN/ Brighton, March 2015
Last year we ran away from London for a night in Brighton to see the sea.
It was cold, windy and rainy, but still beautiful.
I was born by the seaside, and now living around 8 years in London that I realize how much I miss the sea. Brighton’s beach is far from being similar to my hometown’s, Santos. It has rocks instead of fine sand, not much waves, no palm trees or gardens by it. Still, the aroma is the same, and that seems to be the main essence.
Here is a nostalgic post, no other apparent meaning for it, except the photographs.
PT/ Brighton, Março 2015
No ano passado, fugimos de Londres para uma noite em Brighton para ver o mar.
Estava frio, ventoso e chuvoso, mas ainda bela.
It is p e c u l i a r 