Two Short Blog Posts On Four Days And Three Nights In Las Vegas: 1

After returning from snowy Montana, we picked up Le Sport, moved back in, and drove it around the environs a bit, to make sure the engine didn't reject the transplanted transmission. Alles in ordnung, so far. Just to be sure, we stayed nearby for a week, casino-docking at the nearby Pauma reservation (also visiting the ritzier Pala and Pechanga tribes, making offerings in their gaming halls, too), and also spending three nights at the popular Dripping Springs National Forest Service campground. Satisfied that there was nothing obviously wrong with the melding of new (re-manufactured) transmission and old engine, we then boldly set forth for Las Vegas and the Circus Circus RV park there, planning on four days and three nights in these familiar digs. 

At the Pauma reservation casino; note snow in mountains

Our encampment at Dripping Springs

We ventured once or twice onto the trails above the campground

And then drove, gingerly, across the desert expanses of
southeastern CA and southern NV to Las Vegas, where what
happens, stays; here, a night-time view from the RV park

Ditto

It was, of course, not our first visit to Las Vegas; here we are in
1995, Vicki and Rachel and Rebecca and myself flanking Morgan,
Rachel's Dallas friend; her dad had just become VP for hotel
operations at Caesar's, and we were there for a week as their
guests; unbelievable luxury and privilege we enjoyed, as the hotel
tried to impress the new VP; I am looking grim because, despite
the fun surroundings, I was in fact unemployed and looking hard
for a new job

Back to the present and moving right along, we dined one
afternoon at the 5-star (seriously) Tacos El Gordo, where the
line always wraps around the building

Extreme socially-distant dining; the greasiest tacos ever, but
the spicy pork was superb; conversation was a bit of challenge

Among the things you can rent in LV are exotic cars; here,

a nice McLaren; next day a Lamborghini SUV (!) was parked 

in the space

Local flora and fauna; among other things you can rent; here,

a girl-on-girl photo shoot

We miss Europe terribly, so it was good to revisit so many past
experiences and places; and laugh

Here, the Bridge of Sighs goes from the casino to the bar

Our ultimate destination, of course, was Paris; we'll always 
have Paris

And diner at Mon Ami Gabi; her traditional steak frites

And my croque madame et frites, enough carbs for the week,
but balanced by a generous and well-made Negroni; both the
frites and the baguette were authentique, we thought