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Strip pedestrians into the casino,
shift constantly through a spec-
trum of four garish colors. Once
inside, however, apart from the
good-value Big Kitchen Buffet,
there’s little besides a run-
of-the-mill casino, and most
visitors head straight through
to the Monorail station, right at
the back of the property.
Bellagio
3600 Las Vegas Blvd S T888/987-
6667, W www.bellagiolasvegas.com.
Steve Wynn of Mirage Resorts
set himself a very tall order
when he started to plan Bella-
gio back in the mid-1990s. His
goal was not to build merely
the best hotel in Las Vegas – he
felt he’d already done that with
the Mirage – but the best hotel
there has ever been, anywhere,
outclassing even the legendary
nineteenth-century Ritz in
Paris. Before Bellagio, the
theming in Las Vegas casinos was
always playful – Luxor wasn’t
really a match for ancient Egypt,
it just had fun pretending. Bel-
lagio took itself more seriously.
No longer was it enough to
create an illusion; Bellagio,
rather self-defeatingly, wanted
to be somehow even better and
more authentic than the Italian
lakeside village for which it was
named. The obvious trouble
with this plan was that Bellagio
is not in Europe, it’s in Las Vegas,
and stuffed full of slot machines
– inlaid with jewel-like precision
into marble counters, perhaps,
but slot machines nonetheless.
Nevertheless, when it opened
in 1998, Bellagio was imme-
diately recognized as being
a quantum leap ahead of all
its Las Vegas competitors, and
quickly assumed an iconic
status. Although its sheer
opulence remains unmatched,
the Venetian has since proved
that you can be this classy
without being quite so elitist,
and combine grandeur with
crowd-pleasing attractions
and even a bit of old-style
playfulness. Now, with Wynn
himself gone (Mirage Resorts
was bought by MGM in 2000),
Bellagio could ultimately fi nd
itself outclassed by his newest
creation, Wynn Las Vegas.
Bellagio’s main hotel block,
a stately curve of blue and
cream pastels, stands aloof from
the Strip behind an eight-acre
replica of Italy’s Lake Como.
The mere presence of so much
water in the desert announces
Bellagio’s extravagant wealth,
but the point is rubbed in every
half-hour, when submerged
fountains erupt in water ballets,
choreographed with booming
music and colored lights.
Most pedestrians approach
Bellagio from its northeast
corner, crossing the bridges
from Caesars Palace or Bally’s.
Ponderous mosaic-fl oored
revolving doors grant admit-
tance not to the usual moving
walkway but to Via Bellagio,
a plush paisley-carpeted mall of
impossibly glamorous designer
boutiques.
Hotel guests, by contrast,
sweep up along a grand water-
front drive, to enter a sumptuous
lobby where mosaic butterfl ies
and insects writhe across the
fl oor, and the ceiling is fi lled by
a massively overblown chandelier
The Central Strip
MOVING WALKWAY AT BALLY’S