Urbex: or is it ?

The main ingredients seemed to be there: two abandoned wedding halls in the center of town, left to decay and up for demolition. The knowledge that this was the unfortunate fate of a venue that once, every Friday and Saturday evening, and literally, for generations, harboured yet another happy couple and their 100 or 200 guests. The fact that this had been the place to be for everybody in the wider region, either as guest or as host. Still, at the time, I couldn't find beauty in the derelict buildings nor in the sadness of the story. Perhaps because the building and its decay weren't actually that beautiful to begin with? Because this was an organised - and believe it or not, very crowded - visit, specifically meant for the townspeople to bid farewell to a common heritage? Or perhaps because of the fact that in my mind, the forlorn reality switched back and forth with generic memories of people celebrating yet another marriage - think Titanic, where the underwater footage alternated with images of the ship teeming with life. No doubt, my jaded mind registered the common superficiality, pompousness and flair for the dramatic ... So, what I took in was an almost abstract play of lines, surfaces and shades, all but devoid of clutter or disrepair. Hope you like it !