The murmur at the train station; £4 baguettes; commuters smiling on their way home; the sea breeze; Brighton and Hove Albion; gastro pubs with enormous sofas; the Laines; shops with naughty names; flip-flops in April; double-decker buses; pretentious delicatessens; Chinese people; personal space; Wai Kika Moo Kau; graffiti and art; seagulls and pigeons; shopkeepers who call you mate.
Headscarves worn by women from Palestine; Palestinian scarves worn by maths students from Lewes; smokers; the new library; Seven Dials; fashion consciousness; the beach; recruitment agencies; incense; postcard stands; freedom; brand shops where independent ones used to be; Indian restaurants; "An' I woz like, wh-aaa'?"; feisty tramps; tea houses; Alice Russell and Jehst; Starbucks; Polish people.
A couple of familiar faces?; Ugg boots; people speaking central European languages; concert posters on Dyke Road; a flower shop with yucca plants in the window; Shakeaway milkshakes; shouty buskers; people from London; sticky-haired boys in tracksuits; the Royal Pavilion; phone shops; H+M; A man walks into a bookshop, where the lady at the counter gives him a frozen chicken; language schools; the pier; home.
I am a British translator and travel writer. I now live in London, after working in Ukraine for three years. My blog is a collection of stories about the people and places that have captured my imagination during my travels through Europe - I hope you'll enjoy them.
You can find more of my writing and photography at jonathancampion.com, and links to my published travel writing here.
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