The hammerers are in retreat; the place is awash with plasterers, mastic fillers, and painters. The pong is overpowering. So is the musty smell of new carpets going mouldy from undried concrete floors. We now have a lift, though. (That would be an elevator, I suppose, if you were of the Other Persuasion.) It runs through those spaces which in their previous stable configuration were occupied by a stack of loos (could these maybe have been johns), one on each floor.
I am just a little concerned that my immediate reaction to the change of use was to wonder whether it would have been possible to fit a toilet in a lift cabin, to be shared amongst the five floors.
Now I come to think of it, perhaps this is why the pong is overpowering.