This building, located in a nearby small town, was built, according to the slate plaque imbedded in the facade, in 1915. I like it a lot. I never see just the stone work. I am always mindful of the intensive labor it took to construct it. I don't see the cold stones, as it were. I see the warm hands that made them.
The building has had many incarnations. The ones I remember are "grocery store" and "empty."
It is not empty at the moment. It has been all spiffed-up, and it looks very nice.
This is the left window:
And this -- for my very observant and astute blog-readers who appreciate the incongruousness of this world -- is the right window:
And that's all I have to say.