Fine Dining

Has anyone ever been to the Marco Polo restaurant near the Biltmore? This used to be one of the finest restaurants in the city in a very ritzy part of town. After a big New Year's eve celebration the owner abrubtly left town. I've heard there may be some mafia connections which might explain the quick departure. Instead of selling the business, it remained fully stocked with wine, food, and all the other necessities of upscale dining. Then the transients and high-school kids realized the service door were not even locked. In a few weeks the place was plundered and vandalized.
Here's what the dining room looks like now:
It's surreal to walk through the once richly decorated restaurant and see the complete destruction. Antique furniture, chairs, and paintings are all smashed and broken. All the interior custom glass is shattered on the floor. There are little 'beds' set up on the floor where the transients sleep and we've caught many teenagers bringing dates in here for some intimacy. Nothing's more romantic to a young girl then walking past puddles of urine and piles of crap to find a sweet spot for cuddling. I'm surprised no kids have been assaulted in here yet.

Last sight of freedom.
Here's the reinforced steel door to the downtown county jail. I took the picture through the windshield of the police wagon I was driving loaded with prisoners. The doors open into an enclosed sally-port where arestees are brought into the jail for processing. Once inside, there are no windows or fresh air; just endless concrete floors, cinderblock walls, and steel doors.