I've stayed at the old Maxim Hotel, which had a claim to fame for the site of where Tupac was shot, and it was decidely decrepit with a dusty, tacky wedding chapel that you imagine would have had polyster clad lounge lizards. The casino was closed, and all the gambling equipment was torn out. Everything was mutely dark, and musty with a few of those 1970s ice machines scattered about, and a moribund pool on the roof. The hotel used to be popular because of its attention of personal service. However, Las Vegas has a distinctly odd feeling of surreal loneliness after a few days-like a Robert Frank photograph waiting to happen.
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8/2/06 at 2:58am