"Oh, not Margate!" said Stephen when we said we wanted to move there. "But..." we said, and enumerated all that is wonderful about the place. He just shook his head and made deprecating noises. He lives in Canterbury- just down the road- but I can't believe he's ever been to Margate- or at least not recently- otherwise he'd know better.
Margate has a kiss-me-quick-image (and what's wrong with that?) but there's so much more. To start with (to quote Turner ) the light is the "best in Europe".
Anyway, here's Ailz sitting in the restaurant at the art gallery waiting for lunch- with the stone pier visible out the window.