Yes. The intention to buy this place, do it up and make it into a fabulous bar/restaurant called Border Point or something.
This building or rather collection of buildings is of constant fascination to Mark and I - the old customs control between France and Spain, high up above our beloved small seaside town, Cerbere.
I don't know how long it's been abandoned; whenever they stopped checking passports, obviously, anyway, a long time.
The rounded 50s structure in the middle of the road still holds a coat rack, a couple of desks and the ghosts of deceased or at least, retired, rubber stamp-wielding customs officers. Even a couple of brooms and dustpans - there, all done. Well, I'll lock up and er . . . well, see you then . . .