Hi, I was having a drink tonight with some friends, talking about our various experiences relating to the Windsor Hotel. I remembered a 1850s photo of the Old White Hart Hotel on the Spring Street / Bourke Street corner and recalled a newspaper story I’d read years ago, I think (but I might be mistaken) it was written by Keith Dunstan. It was about the journalist and a mate walking past (the later incarnation of) the hotel in around 1960 when it was being demolished and seeing and buying the doors. From memory, after describing them he wrote something like, “actually as I write this, I’m looking at them installed in my house.” A great story and wonderful to think one has been preserved.