The Arrival: day 1

I arrived in Brighton around 9 am after an 8 and 1/2 hour flight, short train ride, and brief taxi ride to find that I could not check into the B&B until 2pm. Bags left safely at the B&B, I wandered the streets of Brighton in search of food and the all-important caffeine. Which I found at a lovely place I will doubtless never be able to locate again. The result of these hours of aimless wandering?: Lovely pictures (the sea, the royal pavilion, the pier, and regency square, where I stayed)and a greater understanding that English streets are not particularly straight or grid-like. Also, Brighton in January is cold. and may be windy.