at the bus station we couldn't imagine
the place we were about to discover...we weren't expecting the
astonishingly breathtaking-ness of Brighton...
its salty air and the offhand and
easy-going atmosphere you concretely feel while wandering through its
narrow, colourful and lively streets captured us instantly, leaving
us into a sort of “agonistic trance”, in and out of each of all
those vintage clothes shops...
every other word is useless, you just
have to go there to understand what we're talking about
