Call it Sin City, Lost Wages, or any of its other nicknames… but surely, as much as any other place it deserves to be called City of Lights.


Lights of all kinds—indoor, outdoor, steady, flashing, spinning. The city’s signature could well be not its glitzy architecture, much of which would disappear in the night, but the lights that keep it visible even in the dark.


I’m not in love with Las Vegas as once I was, but I can’t deny the overwhelming effect of its lights.










