Saturday, February 6, 2010
I travelled here late at night and found the streets of Birmingham to be virtually deserted. This city seems to lack the kind of night life, restraunts, or bars that would bring people to wander through it's labrynthian streets. The tall buildings overshadow empty roads and many buildings seem to be unused. At night, the city itself seems to be a ghost town. I am told that with morning, the streets will come to life, but now it seems to be entirely forgotten and it is a Saturday night.
From this quiet, I entered into the Tutwiler and found myself knocked over by noise and comotion. The hotel is filled with throngs of guests for parties and weddings. In this frolicing atmosphere, it is hard to imagine that this hotel is the one that is haunted. The hotel itself is stunning. It's fascade is intricate and covered in the kind of elaborate molding modern builders seem to have forgotten how to make. The details within the hotel also adds to the atmosphere. Despite all this beauty and history, I have found it impossible to feel any haunting when the hotel is bursting with such life and vigor.