Las Vegas is a city you can’t quite love but can’t quite hate. It pushes tacky so far that it almost becomes charming. We spent a hot 3 July days there fulfilling a long-time birthday wish of a deserving octogenarian, and I was haiku-inspired.
1 of 3: The City
Smoky, sweltering
Proudly tacky, glittering
Crowded, loud, still fun
2 of 3: The Bellagio
Modern-day palace
Fine cuisine, slot machines
Blackjack, anyone?
3 of 3: The Birthday Girl
Starry-eyed lady
Special party at eighty
Up next: eighty-one
What a great celebration & live he poetry too!
Frances – thank you! I really like your blog, too. The name of it is perfect! That’s why I blog – leisure time is so special.
Totally agree with you Kimberly…have a good weekend 😊
The conservatory at the Bellagio at Christmas is amazing.
Casey, I guess that gives me a reason to go back! I imagine the over-the-top decorations at the Bellagio would rival those anywhere in the world. Do you have photos?