I was shy to share some photos. Some of them paint places in a bad light. They weren't chosen for that purpose and you can't help what you've seen but I'm horribly diplomatic and have developed an aversion to offending people or rocking boats.
I had something else to say but it has run away.
I had walked past this building a few times since it burned down. I'd never visited it when open; it looked expensive. I took these photos borrowing a friends camera. I had not yet found my own.
The gate was padlocked but loose enough to squeeze through.
We found leftover crockery and there was even full bottles of booze left unshattered. I stood in the lift. It was very soft underfoot but I found the walls were of that rough, scraping metal texture that made you shiver with the friction against your clothes.
I liked it!
The place has since been cleared but nothing has been put in its place.
The gate has the same padlock on it but has been double over the last time I checked.