The Flowers of Evil

No, I am not talking about the French poem. I am talking a planet called Las Vegas.

Las Vegas strucked me with two unexpected as soon as I landed. One, the first thing I saw when I walked out the arrival gate was slot machines, tons of them, everywhere. Two, the heat wave, it was 112 degree F, around 40 C. It felt like I was locked in an oven, and I couldn't get out. It says, 'Welcome to Las Vegas!', but what it is really saying is 'Baby, you can run but you can't hide!'.

When you look at Vegas you know we make wonders. This is a piece of land that grows nothing but sand, rocks and cactus. Out of nowhere, here it stands this splendid city, a real mirage in the desert. This is a place that never sleeps, that has traffic jam at midnight, a place of sound and lights. I cannot help feeling that Vegas is a woman, when she is good she is good, when she is bad she is even better. Wynn hotel was built with more than two billions dollars. It was luxury to the extreme, but I like the older ones more, Bellagio, Caesars Palace, Venetian...which have a touch of culture, at least they try. My favorite thing has to be the small lake size dancing fountain in front of Bellagio. Water shot toward the sky, waves danced to the Italian song 'Time to Say Goodbye' in a desert summer night. It was like a dream.

I love Vegas. It is the least self conscious and least hypocrite place. It wares sin on the sleeve, and is very proud of it. It does anything possible to please you, to temp you, to surprise you. It is a never ending party, an eternal slacking summer. Whether you are man or woman, rich or poor, old or young, you can always find something you look for here.