According to the history available at the reception desk, in
1973, after 120 years of housing some of Boston‘s most notorious criminals, the
prisoners revolted because of bad living conditions and the jail was declared
unfit. But not until 1990 were the last
prisoners moved to the new Suffolk Country Jail.
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When the place re-opened as a Starwood Luxury Collection
hotel in September of 2007, the designers, working with the Massachusetts
Historical Commission, retained much of the original prison architecture, and also incorporated the jail theme into just about everything, including the door
keys and the “solitary” tag (to use instead of “Do not disturb”). Keys and Boston ephemera were featured in the
framed art on the wall and keys were also in the design of the room carpet.
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Here’s the view of Boston from my window—notice the pillow
on the chair incorporating the scratch marks that prisoners used to keep track
of the passage of days.
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The hotel is in fact luxurious, and it boasts six bars and
restaurants, all with names playing on prison jargon. In the basement is the
Alibi bar—a Boston hot spot. Other
restaurants are called Clink, Scampo (Italian for “escape”) and the Catwalk,
where I had a late supper on one of the three catwalks lining the huge central atrium,
which were used by patrolling guards to keep an eye on prisoners in their
cells.
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There was live music from the
90-foot-wide rotunda below, and, in front of me, models were being photographed. In good weather there is also a secret garden
in the enclosed courtyard outside, called “The Yard.”
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I spent most of my time in Nick’s hospital room, so couldn’t
take advantage of the hotel’s many amenities including complimentary yoga,
bicycles and shoeshines. But I didn’t
reject the complimentary glass of sparkling wine when I checked in.
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The next day, as I was getting used to being incarcerated,
Nick’s doctors released him from the hospital, saying the long procedure done
the day before had been successful in opening up his blocked artery without
having to resort to a bypass. He was
free to go. So before they could change their mind, we flew the coop.
"My Stay in the Charles Street Jail"
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