We stopped for the night in Las Vegas and spent the night at the Tropicana. We thought that a major hotel right there in the heart of the strip would be a sure bet. It was stunningly scuzzy. I think I can tell you all you need to know by showing you this picture and then telling you that we were actually in one of the upgraded rooms.
I can now officially say I’ve stayed in a hotel room with mirrors on the ceiling. I think they must be more fun when you share your bed with a baby. He spent hours blowing raspberries at the baby in the mirror.