Las Vegas

One moment we were driving through dusty nothingness, the next we were surrounded by neon lights, glittering towers, and oversized signs promising everything from world-class shows to midnight buffets.

We wandered down the Strip, where each hotel is its own universe. Paris has its Eiffel Tower, Venice its canals, For me It feels impressive but without romantic, and a reel atmosphere. It is more like walking in a big Theme parc.

We watched the city transform, as the lights took over, We stood by the Bellagio fountains, the fontain soared and danced in perfect time with music echoing across the boulevard.

Vegas isn’t just a city. It’s a surreal dream woven from light, luck, and desert dust.