Las Vegas looks completely different at night as opposed to how it appears during the day. The Fremont Street District is no exception. Walking around the one night I stayed here, I found myself snapping vintage neon every block and going further and further away...until my Spidey sense began to tingle and I returned to the hotel. I usually listen to my Spidey sense.
I don't know what it is about vintage neon that gets to me. Maybe the retro-ness of it...the soothing glow...the saturated colors...
Atomic cocktails...do they come with a dose of radiation?
Bring your llama!
He’s not neon, but I got a kick out of this "person" climbing up the pole.
An old gas station has been converted into the Empty Club.
Yup. It’s empty alright.
Night:
vs. Day:
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