Surely you would have to class an overnight stay in Las Vegas as an intense experience. So here are my seven lasting first impressions.
- Somewhere as busy as Times Square rises out of the desert and - puff - is gone again;
- We arrived in 107F heat
and then, an hour later, there was an inch or more of rain;
two hours later the sidewalks were dry;
- Each hotel had its own odour - their own particular choice of detergents and carpet cleaners? And then it occurred to me: detergent brands are some executive somewhere's decision (or whim)!
- Hopping desert birds must wonder what happened to the desert, but do the pigeons stop scavenging at the city limits?
- Parts of it look like any other tumble-weed blown desert town. It could be South Australia, and in fact Barstow in California on the way out reminded the composer Percy Grainger of the South Australian outback;
- We walked five miles up Las Vegas Boulevard to Main Street and quite often there was piped music along the way. Was it always the same music - it seemed so - but on this corner, it was the Overture to Handel's Messiah;
- In the mornings the streets seem to be full of short-skirted girls carrying their shoes. On hot sidewalks, some of them begin to hop too.
- Somewhere as busy as Times Square rises out of the desert and - puff - is gone again;
- We arrived in 107F heat
and then, an hour later, there was an inch or more of rain;
two hours later the sidewalks were dry;
- Each hotel had its own odour - their own particular choice of detergents and carpet cleaners? And then it occurred to me: detergent brands are some executive somewhere's decision (or whim)!
- Hopping desert birds must wonder what happened to the desert, but do the pigeons stop scavenging at the city limits?
- Parts of it look like any other tumble-weed blown desert town. It could be South Australia, and in fact Barstow in California on the way out reminded the composer Percy Grainger of the South Australian outback;
- We walked five miles up Las Vegas Boulevard to Main Street and quite often there was piped music along the way. Was it always the same music - it seemed so - but on this corner, it was the Overture to Handel's Messiah;
- In the mornings the streets seem to be full of short-skirted girls carrying their shoes. On hot sidewalks, some of them begin to hop too.
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