I read your piece asking for memories of the Royal Pavilion (The Argus, February 11). I first came to Brighton in 1982 and the first thing we saw, my husband and I, while enjoying an ice cream on the bus from Preston Park train station was the Turkish delight of a mad prince's folly.
It made such an impression on us that we talked about it for weeks afterwards, long after we'd forgotten the rides on the pier, the afternoon on the beach and the fish supper.
We live here now and it's in no small part down to that mad prince's house with the funny roof.
- Christina King, Lewes Road, Brighton
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