THE LIGHT FANTASTIC
Dec 05, 2017
2 minutes
Climbing into a taxi at the Bellagio in the heart of Las Vegas’s famed Strip, the irony of my intended destination – the Neon Museum – doesn’t escape me. The whole city is a neon museum; on the way I pass the Flamingo, with its pulsating pink neon sign casting an eerie pallor on the faces of the frozen margarita-sipping Missourian tourists basking in its
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