Here's a description of the outside of The Black Death Tavern I used in a post...
The windows were boarded up, poor man's patchwork; and some of the stone was crumbling away with ware on it's corner side. The door was old and obviously original. Fancy saw no need to repair these things. No one inside came for the aesthetic value of the place. And if there was any longing for a better, a different life, it was dead now. She was sure of it.
There is a light coming from under the door, and through gaps in the planks over the windows, they are the only light the dreary little street offers. There is no sign, nothing to alert the casual observer that there is a tavern here, let alone to signal what really goes on behind closed doors. There is however, a clumsily painted red cross on the door.