Is there a place in the world you never want to visit? Where, and why not?
I suppose I’ll be criticized for my choice of place for this short but succinct post. I have no great desire to go to Las Vegas, Nevada.
I have been in the Las Vegas airport to change planes. That is as close to Las Vegas as I ever want to be. I do not gamble nor do I drink. I have no great desire to see the shows of Las Vegas or to see the great hotels and shopping of Las Vegas. I couldn’t afford to shop there at any rate. I don’t eat enough to take advantage of the sumptuous buffets at the hotels and restaurants on the Strip. Las Vegas would be wasted on me. I don’t golf. I don’t enjoy NASCAR. There is nothing that Las Vegas has to offer that I would be interested in, I think. Perhaps there is an art museum? If so, I would go to it. A library? I would visit it. But I think those are not the big tourist draws.
Las Vegas just is not the sort of city that I am attracted to. I love cities. I really do. I wrote about them yesterday and how I couldn’t live without them. But Las Vegas is not on my list of cities that I could not live without. It simply is not in the same category as New York or Rome or Barcelona or Florence. It is a high budget gambling cruise ship mired in the desert, that’s what I think of it as. It is a phony city, with phony little cities within it–little Venice, little New York, little Paris, little Luxor. It is just not my cup of tea.