No, not in Vegas. She was near the Angus Yards of all places, in a garden plot - her head plunked on a scarecrow. The diva-tête must be working. There wasn’t a single bird pecking at the veggies she was guarding. And this was before she lost all the weight and turned into a crone. Tickled by this sign a bit further on at a giant construction project- “en collaboration avec - à bas le capitalisme.” I thought it was for real at first, but the “down with capitalism” part peels off. Stopped for a snack at Station W, which incorporates the old Angus Yard industrial elements in its design. Lots of grilled cheese offerings, and Davey says their smoothies are excellent, but I haven’t tried one myself. The winner so far in my abandoned clothing competition. Never seen so many people-less shoes on a sidewalk all at once – and so neatly placed. There was no one anywhere around. Don’t know what the deal is.
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