The first impression

The first Impression of Brighton

It was a perfect day to take a bus thanks to the lovely sunshine. On the way to Brighton, I was peaceful fields and dozens of flocks of sheep. That was quintessentailly English!

As soon as I had got off the bus, we headed for the Royal Pavilion. I have been curious about the unusual palace. This unique building had a great scale of Islamic style exterior, however, indoor spaces were dramatically decorated with Chinese style. Every object from stair ways copying bamboo trees to the magnificant chandeliers in the dining room reflected the illusion of the owner of the palace.

The audio auide explained how much it had been affected by George IV's illusion of oriental world. I was imagining their luxurious social parties while I walked through the banquet, the kitchen (deliberately decorated to be shown), the music hall, and the following rooms for amusement. Surely they would have spent more than a week to fully enjoy endless parties.

Impressed by the huge eccentric dragon chandeliers, I kept imagining the royal figures' daily lives in the apartment upstairs. While I was swimming through the illusion, my friends had been waiting for me for quite a long time.

After a late oriental style lunch, we went to the pier. That was the most glittering pier I'd ever seen. With the pink and purple sky of sunset, the pier looked like a floating island of fantasy. It was a little bit twisted and an unballanced world. Impatiently moving slot machines and crowded people were so materialistic that ironically, the whole view of the pier seemed unreal.

What I saw in the first visit to Brighton was the illusion, definately.