I’ve gotten up early in Vegas before … more proof that I simply do not enjoy the city as it’s intended to be enjoyed.
Today was the first time I got up early and didn’t put on my running shoes … I took my camera out to see what there was to see at 7am. And it was scary.
Not entirely scary, of course. The happy dancing drunks still not in bed were good for a smile, and I was happy to see several runners out enjoying their morning. But then there was the mumbling drunk with his first beer of the day, the psychotic street people … even the jerk that thought screaming in my ear while I was taking a picture with my attention focused elsewhere was a suitable amusement. Jerks are everywhere.
Some things are meant to stay in the darkness. It suits them. Such is Las Vegas. Maybe it’s OK in the daylight if you’re young, beautiful, and laying by the pool at Caesar’s.
I wouldn’t know.
Gothic architecture, at the Paris Hotel.
Some things look good in the daylight.
Louis Nicalos Vauquelin is described as a French pharmacist. What in the world would he be thinking from this overlook?
The father of Gothic architecture, Abbot Suger, keeps watch on Las Vegas Blvd.
Caesar only gets to see the sun for a few short minutes each day, then he passes into shadow.
Sisyphus has nothing on this guy. What a depressing, never ending job!
Empty sidewalks, uncluttered streets.
Manly work gets done in the daylight.
The most impressive electrical signs get repaired in the daylight.
Which Venetian God rides an attack turtle? The Rock of Ages advertisement oversees it all.
Different kinds of rides come out in the daylight.
In the daylight, you can see what Vegas is covering up.
It used to be a faux Arc de Triomphe.
Now the advertisements cover the Arc.
Lovely sculpture on the Arc covered by a restaurant’s ads.
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