What’s there to be said? It’s all been done in films and
music, all of it celebrating Sin City. For me Nick Cage and Gram Parsons nailed
it.
So we arrive and check into the Aria (not willing to go $375/night
for the Bellagio). The whole place is pitched at an insane scale. We line up for our room, it's like an airline ticket counter. The woman with the
cantilevered boobs and collagen face walks by, stared at not only by Sharon and
me but by the Elvis impersonator behind us. If you’ve been there you know, if
not maybe yes, maybe no.
There’s really no possible narrative, so here are the
images, a few with captions just ‘cause I can’t resist.
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| The lobby of the Aria |
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| The view from our room |
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| I liked this image for the remnants of old Vegas |
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| There was almost something endearing about these and other young women posing on the street corners for the tourists. Wholesome, in context. |
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| Add caption |
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| Nature rears its ugly head |
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| What's to say about the interior of the Bellagio? |
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| Poor butterfly! |
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| You read about the exodus of name chefs after the economic crash, but with a bit of care you can dine well, but not cheaply. Estatorio Milos was extraordinary. |
After dinner, we saw Cirque du Soleil Mystere. Extraordinary!
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| This says it all, I think |
I only wanted to spend one night in Mammon, a second might have been worthwhile. We missed Circus Circus (circus, circus, circus . . .).
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