You pull open the door, struggling to keep the door from slamming shut on you. The large wooden door is held closed by a cord that has clearly had its share of wear from fighting the wind day after day. The wind and cable fight as you slip through the entrance until eventually, the wind loses, allowing the door to slam shut behind you. You marvel at the architecture, treading across wood tile floors through rooms that haven’t been renovated in this century. You duck past a group of four or five visitors and meet the only worked in the vast hotel. The grand architecture of this famous building is a testament to its former vitality and popularity.