June 10, 2009
She is not far off when she says that Birmingham is one big shopping mall. We meet only one independent story in our day's wandering – but then actually buy clothes from one of the major chains. Doh! Brands notwithstanding, I like it – the crazy architectural mixture, from ultra-hyper-modern already looking dated to timeless Victorian classics; the phallic Sphinxes in Victoria Square just win me over. We walk along the canals until cafes and pubs give over to glazed-eyed teenagers and bottle-sucking adults. It starts raining, and we rush back through the concrete maze of 50s urban utopia.