They do this light dance in old Las Vegas, Nev., across one of those covered downtown streets that planners across America once hoped would make a dying district groove on a Saturday night like an indoor mall.
Yet Fremont Street, shown above rocking to the classic Don McLean song, "The Day the Music Died," sets this city apart from the other LSD-inspired destinations that went this weird route and tanked.
It doesn't have the glitz of the newer uptown district along The Strip. But the unusual avenue has shops with cheaper T-shirts, casinos that Frank Sinatra once cruised and a great display of salvaged classic neon signs that helped to put Vegas on the map.
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