This was such a surreal environment. Throw in some triple digit temperatures and five star bathrooms (used facilities at the Grand) and I would have to get high to come down. In the middle of a desert rises New York, Rome, Venice, and Paris, surrounded by miles of plazas and acres of parking. Can "Fine" art be made in a kitsch world? I am sure there is a vibrant art scene in Las Vegas, but they were not being represented in any of the casino galleries. Why take a cruise when you can buy art at Caesars? Place your bets folks. Place your bets.