Ells and I walked between 50 minutes and an hour and fifty minutes every morning around 7:00. Parts of the strip were already rocking and rolling, but the street was fairly quiet. You notice the street people more at this hour. We passed a heavy hunched over woman with long witchy-white hair streaming out from under her hat. She stopped and wiggled a little hoochie-coo right in front of us and we could see her heavy make-up. Wonder if she sat on Sinatra’s lap back in the day.
Detail of a crystal peacock inside Encore. Seemed to have a French Colonial feel to it.
Impressive structure. Fashion Week signs up all over this one.
No, these are not my walking shoes. I overheard one seventy-something say to another, about some similar heels, “Oh, they’re so cute!” The other replied brightly, “Not as cute as a broken ankle!”
It’s a town of excesses, for sure.