This place has been closed for so long that the plywood over the (broken) windows is starting to fall apart. Not all that long ago, I probably wouldn’t have even noticed the state of the plywood, but now (thanks in part to Infrared Robert), I saw those holes as an opportunity, and looked inside. And took some photos, of course.
On the back door of the place, I saw a sign that said HOTEL IS CLOSED, which struck me as redundant. But only until I got home and started trying to find out what the place had been, and the sign was the only way I could tell that it had once been a hotel.
The winter sun was low enough that the hulk of the building cast a very nice shadow on the brick street; my vantage point wasn’t high enough to get a good shot, but you can see it here.