The home of Purple Rain! Yes, that thrilling documentary about Minneapolis in the 80s, when everyone hung out together, carved geometric patterns in our spiked-two-tone hair and waved slowly back and forth in the grip of ballads with unintelligible lyrics - it was shot here.
Before it was a nightclub, it was a bus station - a sleek moderne building with those elegant round-edged windows that either say Depression or Ocean Liner, depending on your perspective.
Whether or not it was frequented by swells in white jackets, I can't say. But the sunset certainly gave everything a marvelous glow.
As for what it actually looked like at the time . . .