By Michelle Railey
“Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands; Curtsied when you have and kiss’d The wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there…Full fathom five, thy father lies. Of his bones are coral made. Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange, Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell; Ding-dong. Hark! Now I hear them— ding, dong, bell.”
-Shakespeare, The Tempest. Act I, Scene ii.
In August, the Bellagio’s fantastic conservatory was bent on a sea theme. By day, it had one personality; by night, it was something entirely different. Which is better? I don’t know. A hotel in a desert, yet there was the wide and watery sea. Full fathom five, thy Bellagio lies…