The night before my bestie & I excitedly exchanged snaps of packed bags, both of us ready for the holiday.
Arriving to Brighton was a perfectly painless experience, we met late on the Friday night at the main railway station and headed straight to our airbnb lodgings to crash.
The outlook on the following morning looked promising so we headed out good and early in hunt of caffeine and baked goods. We didn’t have to look for long.
Pelicano on Sydney Street really hit the spot, and the coffee was divine.
We spent some good time exploring all the vintage and otherwise quirky shops of the North Laine before diving into the South.
Getting lost in Beyond Retro was so much fun that I promised myself to look up the next few vintage fairs in Edinburgh and visit W Armstrong’s way more often. If I’m totally honest I almost never wear anything even vintage inspired (I’m way more utilitarian in my wardrobe choices), but I enjoy the flurry of colour and shapes so much that I could easily browse for half a day.
I also got a bit distracted in one of the tribal shops on Sydney Street, where they sold some gorge septum rings (the kind you wear to adorn your nose dummy!). I was obvs interested in the variety that doesn’t require piercing, coz I’m a wuss. The really pretty ones are tiny and made of very finely wrought precious metals – I was eyeing up a particularly delicate pale gold piece. What stopped me from buying it in the end was the £30 price tag, those things sell for pennies in the East, and besides Etsy, hello?!
We hit up Kemptown next, with another caffeine top-up at Ground, a quaint cafe with an 80s vibe. Plenty to see round this side of town too, as we wandered down side streets on our way to the promenade.
By the end of the day we walked so much our feet were sore and all we could do was to collapse into bed.