There is the gambling, and there is the bizarre sense of unreality. Both offend something in me that admires truth and honesty, but getting beyond that is not, I found, such a stretch. Waiting, on our first day there, for Roy and Jamie to arrive, Ray and I made our way to the Bellagio art gallery to see a beautiful exhibit, on loan from the Boson Museum of Fine Art, called Painting Women—paintings of and by women. My favorite painting—"Open Window" by Elizabeth Paxton.
After, a latte on the veranda—sunshine, birds flitting about and morning peace seemed quite perfect.
The next day, the four of us spent an amazing morning at Hoover Dam, that monumental edifice in the desert. Setting aside the truly astounding feat of building such a thing back in the depths of the Great Depression, one cannot help being taken by the sheer beauty of the thing—the elegance of the Art Deco design, the making of something both utilitarian and emblematic of our cultural aesthetic, not unlike the pyramids or the great wall of China.