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Vegas: so long, for now

Well, that's it for Vegas, and that's it for my little experiment. We arrived Thursday morning, had a great time, and finally got home Friday night after a long delay. As for the experiment, I'll probably try to keep posting a few times a week, but definitely won't aim for daily posts.

Here's a quick linked index to the Vegas posts:

1. Prologue: PAW: Ripple
2. Vegas: an experiment
3. Vegas: some people
4. Vegas: some more people
5. Vegas: silhouettes
6. Vegas: Bouchon Bistro
7. Vegas: family
8. Vegas: service
9. Vegas: smoke
10. Vegas: architecture
11. Vegas: O, Cirque de Soleil!
12. Epilogue: Vegas: so long, for now

Vegas: O, Cirque de Soleil!

During our trip, we had an opportunity to take in the Cirque de Soleil show "O", which used a permanent set in the Bellagio hotel. Having been to a number of traveling shows of theirs, there is absolutely no comparison; "O" blew them all away.

The show was basically all about water, and the stage itself was a concentric ring of three or four moving platforms that could be lowered beneath a deep pool of water below. The show featured acts spreading the gamut from synchronized swimmers and fire poi spinners to trapeze artists, 10-meter platform divers, and a pair of washed-up mimes.

This is one of the mimes. During a short slap-stick performance leading into the beginning of the actual show, the two carried this huge flotation ring around the audience area, at times squeezing through the already-packed rows of seats.

On their journey, they basically tried to get audience members wet, what with a spray bottle they used to "clean" as they went, and certain spots in the theater where varying quantities of water dropped from the ceiling.

Throughout the show, the lighting and sound were spot on. Judging by the patch-panels behind him, this guy was at least controlling the sound, if not the lights as well.

The route the two mimes took lead them around and through the audience before finally depositing them on-stage. At that point, this one managed to convince us that we were an orchestra of applause and he was our conductor. After a little bit of this game, he picked up his slightly ineffective umbrella, deflected a deluge of water at the crowd, and exited the stage.

After the mimes' skit, the plot of the show began, at which point they asked us to stop taking photos. A woman descended from the sky dropped a fluttery handkerchief on the ground, and the show began.

Vegas: architecture

Much of the architecture in and around Las Vegas is stunning, for a variety of reasons. And given the magnitude of the spectacle, it's incredibly easy to miss the people who help make Las Vegas what it is. Here are some construction folks working on what appears to be a building façade.

Pedestrians stand on an outdoor escalator as they gaze upward at the Veer Towers in the afternoon sun.

Sun transitions to shadow within one of a multitude of open-centered tents at the Las Vegas Premium Outlets, North.

The well-polished floor and a reflecting pool complete the reflection of a large Dior window display, on the lower level of the Crystals shopping center.

The Lou Ruvo Center for Brain Health appears through a bus window on the way to the outlet mall. The striking resemblance to MIT's Stata Center is no coincidence; both this building and that were designed by well-known architect Frank Gehry.

Vegas: smoke

I was surprised by the prevalence of smoking in Vegas; it's one of the only places I've been in recent memory that allowed and encouraged smoking everywhere — near as I could tell, there were no designated smoking or non-smoking areas.

Spotted this woman while we were walking along the Strip toward CVS.

And this one after walking outside of The Venetian after dinner at Bouchon.

There were a variety of street musicians and performers playing near pedestrian walkways, and many of them were smoking as well.

This was perhaps the most curious case. I'll forgo any attempts to interpret what's going on here.

Vegas: service

Vegas seemed like a culture built on service. The variety of service-people was amazing, and I was also struck by their sheer abundance.

As mentioned in one of the prior posts about Vegas, we took a shuttle from the airport to our hotel. The driver offered a couple tales of the histories of various hotels we passed on our way to Aria, the very last stop on the ride. Above, the driver is seen in the rear-view mirror as he takes a right-turn to pass a hotel under renovation.

This was in the lobby to the Bellagio; the butterfly atrium was off to the right, behind this wall. I really liked the juxtaposition of the man's posture and red coat next to the large red painting; both hanging there, waiting...

Note only was there an abundance of people watching and waiting, I was surprised at how many of them were wearing an inconspicuous earpiece like this guard (I presume) at the entrance of a jewelry shop. It made me wonder if there were really that serious of a constant threat of theft or other liability, or if there were some other motivation behind it.

And another, also with the earpiece. These are pillars of ice on the right. The cores are chilled, so they form interesting shapes as they very slowly melt in the ambient-temperature air. I was taking photos of the reflection of this fascinating wooden structure in the distance when the man left his post to come over and stand off to the left here.

I wasn't sure why he had approached or what was happening, so I kept shooting. Eventually, a custodian came over to wipe up a small puddle of water that had spilled from the reflecting pool. Who needs "Wet Floor" signs when you have an abundance of people?

The custodians were also ubiquitous. Whereas the guard-type people stood and watched, the custodians were basically always on the move. As a city that never sleeps, Las Vegas also happened to be a city that never stays clean for long, and these folks seemed to be constantly on the march to maintain that cleanliness as much as possible.

It seemed that most of the people whose primary role was to interact with people were those employed by the casinos and hotels. Here, one of the people in the lobby of our hotel, Aria, offers an expedited check-out service where guests can view and approve their bill from an iPad, at which point a paper copy of the bill and receipt is sent by email.

Vegas: family

Given the reputation that Vegas has attained as a furtive playground for lascivious party animals, I was somewhat surprised at the number of families who were also there.

Many of the ones I noticed were in or around the Bellagio hotel. This bride and groom, trailed by their photographer, were walking around and clearly trying to find picturesque backdrops for wedding photos. I ran into them a couple different times. Above, they walk out of the Bellagio lobby and into the heat of the midday sun.

When I spotted this pair, the child was kneeling on the ground in the middle of the Bellagio lobby, oblivious to passersby, and was writing something on a sheet of paper as the woman watched over.

This is a moving walkway, near where I spotted the father/son silhouette from a few days ago. The people were headed away from the Bellagio as I was being whisked toward it.

This boy was fast asleep as his mom waited for a bus to ferry them along the strip.

Vegas: Bouchon Bistro

During a recent trip to Las Vegas, I and the folks I visited with had dinner at Bouchon Bistro, a French-style restaurant. Owner Thomas Keller writes an interesting description: "A Bouchon can be, and should be, whatever you need it to be. It's a casual place, a social place, a place where people come to relax talk and to eat. A kind of home."

The restaurant served us rolls that were somewhat reminiscent of a prickly pear cactus, in how each successive roll seemed to grow from the top of the prior one. They were warm and delicious.

One of the other people ordered a steak, but the thing that struck me most about the plate was the non-serrated steak knife.

Given that it was a French-style restaurant, I ended up ordering a croque madame, one of a variety of foods I had learned about years ago while I was learning French. It was surprisingly filling, given the size, and I didn't come anywhere close to finishing the mountain of pommes frites.

Vegas: silhouettes

Las Vegas is a city in a desert. The midday sun beats down through a cloudless sky, but the harsh shadows can make for interesting silhouettes.

Also, apologies for the posting delay. Blogger had some issues between yesterday and today.

A boy holding a model plane sits on his father's shoulders as the two head down an escalator in the direction of the Bellagio hotel.

A waitress walks outside at the PBR Rock Bar and Grill, where we had lunch on Thursday.

Vegas: some more people

I explored Vegas with some other folks. Here are a few more of them.

During another of our regroups, Eric whiled away the time by playing some Angry Birds Rio on his Xoom tablet.

We had dinner Thursday evening at Bouchon, a French-style restaurant housed in the Venetian hotel. Here, Xia has some tea during dinner.

Guang makes a face before diving into his seafood platter.

People split into smaller activity groups for Friday afternoon. Above, Emily (left, reflected) and Tsu (right) look out of a bus window as we ride it to the outlet mall at the end of the line.

Vegas: some people

I explored Vegas with some other folks. Here are a few of them.

Rajni watches a bleak construction site slide past our window in the glaring midday sun. After we got off the jet at LAS, we took a shuttle to our hotel; little did we know that we had inadvertently signed up for the "scenic" route. At the end of our trip, taking taxis back to the airport was both much cheaper and much faster.

This is Tommy. We would typically regroup in one of the hotel rooms before heading out as a group. Different people had different pastimes as we waited; some played games; some talked; others took photos (*cough*).

Another regroup, another portrait. This is Emily, trip-planner extraordinaire.

Another regroup, another portrait. Eric was optimistically hopeful for the outcome of Friday's championship match between the San Jose Sharks and the Detroit Red Wings. Unfortunately for the Sharks, that apparently wasn't enough.

Vegas: an experiment

Howdy, all. So, my purpose for this blog is to tell stories; to provide photos with context in a way that allows y'all to connect with the subject of the photo, even if it might not be apparent from the photo alone exactly what's going on.

Over the past year or two, I've been struggling to figure out a sustainable way to do posts quickly after an event happens, with context for every photo, and without burning myself out in the process. With these goals in mind, I came up with the following experiment:

I'll post at least one photo every day. Each photo will have some kind of caption, and if there are multiple photos on a given day, the photos will share some common theme. On the other hand, a single theme may persist across multiple days.

I nearly always take photos when I fly. It's been awhile since I came up with a decent self-portrait, but I think this one turned out well. This was SJC->LAS on a Southwest Airlines 737.

PAW: Ripple

A ripple appears in the stream of an overhead water arch, as seen in a butterfly-themed atrium of Las Vegas' Bellagio hotel.