| Eroded by the sea, burnt by the French, flattened | | | | professionals who worked there, and you will |
| by storms and nearly demolished in the swinging | | | | discover the Old Ship, a hotel described by William |
| sixties, the intricate maze of alleyways, twittens | | | | Thackaray in Vanity Fair. |
| and catcreeps of the Brighton Lanes today | | | | The nearby Prince Albert Street bears off left at |
| remain tall as the backbone of Brighton old and | | | | the Friends Centre, a picturesque and calming |
| new. | | | | spot, home to an early nineteenth century |
| Once the heart of the old fishing town of | | | | Quaker Meeting House. Testimony to Brightons |
| Brighthelmstone, Brighton's historic quarter is one | | | | non conformist nature, a Swedenborgian mission |
| of the few surviving examples of a Tudor fishing | | | | and a synagogue also sit nearby. Walk back along |
| town left in Britain. After the village was burned | | | | Prince Albert Street to the impressive Town Hall, |
| to the ground by French invaders in the 16th | | | | turn right into Little East Street and set between |
| century it was rebuilt along the same streets. | | | | a series of nineteenth century tarred beach |
| Today, a pebble's throw from the beach and the | | | | pebble cottages, there is a hidden unmarked |
| lavish Royal Pavilion, four hundred year-old | | | | alleyway. Easy to miss, this passageway |
| fishermen's cottages, quaint old pubs, brick-paved | | | | represents a piece of cinematic history - once the |
| twittens and flint stone exteriors nestle alongside | | | | location of a scene from the cult 60s Mods and |
| a modern day mix of bustling antique, jewellery | | | | Rockers film Quadrophenia. East Steet is also |
| and designer shops. Explore the hidden squares | | | | home to Al Fornos, believed to be the house of |
| and winding passages and you will find the spirit of | | | | the famous Dipper Martha Gunn, who was a |
| royal, literary and cinematic connections of a | | | | great favourite of the Prince of Wales. Meander |
| bygone age lingering amongst antique teddy | | | | back to Black Lion Street and stop off at The |
| bears, modern art and freshly roasted coffee. | | | | Black Lion, part of the Black Lion Brewery started |
| Duke Street is one entrance to the Brighton | | | | by Flemish immigrant Derek Carver. Carver was |
| Lanes. The famous cricket family, the Wisdens, | | | | found guilty of heresy and the first Protestant to |
| had a sports shop there and its now a heady mix | | | | be martyred under Mary1, an event still |
| of fashion shops and cosmopolitan cafes. Victorian | | | | remembered every November in the nearby |
| horse-buses were once diverted up the street, | | | | Lewes Bonfire celebrations. The royal connections |
| because North Street was too steep, but | | | | continue in Black Lion Lane, a narrow twitten |
| congestion led to the street being demolished in a | | | | allegedly once the escape route of Charles 11, as |
| 1870s road-widening scheme. This explains the | | | | he fled to France - courtesy of a piggy back ride |
| two curiously distinct sides to the street. Look | | | | from a local fisherman! |
| one way and you will note older bow-fronted | | | | Extending from the sea front to North Street |
| buildings of different heights. Glance to the other | | | | between Ship Street and the Old Steine, the |
| and you will see a uniform terrace of much larger | | | | Lanes are an extraordinary labyrinth of passage |
| white Victorian stucco buildings. Walk down Duke | | | | ways, wynds and twittens. Crammed with quaint |
| Street and turn into Middle Street and you will find | | | | and wonderous shops, restaurants and cafes, the |
| the earliest street to be developed in the middle | | | | Lanes are best wandered lazily and explored as |
| of the Old Town - once home to William | | | | you find them. You will often find buskers livening |
| Friese-Green, pioneer and patentee of | | | | up the streets and when you are tired of staring |
| cinematography. Wander down the adjacent Ship | | | | longingly in windows, grab a coffee, sit back in the |
| Street, once called White Waistcoat Street as a | | | | sun and soak up the history of the Lanes to the |
| nod to the waistcoats worn by the prosperous | | | | sounds of some late summer jazz. |