All capital cities should be like this. Two streets, a museum, a covered market and a nightclub called Love Nut (which is only open three nights a week). If only London was that simple.
Victoria is also one of the only places in the world where you'll find the famed 'Double Coconut' of the Coco de Mer - well known for being the world's most suggestive fruit. This saucy local produce is shown off at every opportunity in market stalls, museums, and even in some of the architecture.
When I first arrived, I hadn't realized that the islands were a socialist republic, and weirdly, it was illegal to spend the local currency (Seychelles Rupee) at my hotel, so visiting Seychelles hotels was a perfect chance to stock up on gifts and unnecessary souvenirs.
The busiest market by far is the Sir Selwyn-Clarke Market just off Revolution Avenue. Here, the stalls are stacked with tropical fruits, spices and freshly caught fish.
You're not likely to want to carry around recently caught barracuda for the good of your health, but there are plenty of local handicrafts, ornamental variations on the Coco de Mer and some nice vanilla teas and banana jams.
Other attractions in Seychelles hotels include a silver clock tower modeled on that of Vauxhall Bridge in London.
You can complete a quite thorough inspection of Victoria in just a couple of hours, and on my return to Sainte Anne's, I recovered from the exertion by lying by, dipping into and snacking around the pool for about 48 hours.
It proved the perfect preparation for the final activities of my holiday, though as activities go, they were hardly the tasks of Hercules.
Against all reason, the Seychelles hotels offers a nevertheless wonderful de-stressing massage - perhaps for people who absent-mindedly got too energetic at Love Nut. I ambitiously followed this up with the chef's taster menu at the gourmet restaurant Le Mont Fleuri, which is perched on wooden stilts on the seafront.
I think it was by about the third or fourth course that I truly began to assimilate into the Seychelles way of life, my internal body clock finally unwinding to the pace of the locals.
Sadly, by the next morning it was time to leave, though given the amount of stress that had been coaxed out of me, I felt more than well-equipped to return to the strains and annoyances of wintry London.