What better was to spend your last couple of weeks in the States than to make the pilgrimage to the grand temple of excess?
I couldn't think of anything better.
There's an idealized version of New York, Paris, Rome and Venice. All tightly packaged into a casino. No mounds of garbage on the sidewalks, no overwhelming stench of urine in the dark corners, no sewage from the waterways. Squeaky clean and made of plaster, dotted with amusements. You can't take a step in any direction without being amused anyway.
While I didn't get a chance to practice my French, it was nice to come to Vegas as a tourist and not for work for once. Quite honestly, the city planners in the real NYC need to get their act together and get on the whole skyline rollercoaster thing. You can learn a little bit from your Vegas mirror image.
It's top-class people watching, and a lot of what goes on to see is inside the hotels.
More pictures coming soon (I do tend to take quite a lot).