City Lights at Night
El profano Mercado del Domingo
“Dreams for sale! Fresh from the minds and memories of a thousand sleeping souls! Nightmares, wish-fulfillment, recurring dreams, sexual fantasies of every stripe, color and texture! All for a negotiable price! What will it be for you, my lovely young miss? Don’t be demure, we’re all looking for something, and I heard a wise man once say that everything has its price…”
The Market of Las Vegas is a strange and surreal syncretism of traditional Markets around the world and the peculiar nature of Sin City, USA. The hobs still run tattered gypsy stalls filled with unreal fruits and run pubs on the graves of the Cemetery of Mary, Help of Christians (the overlap of the market in the real world). But strange slot machines powered by little clockwork canaries run on platinum guilders and a neon sign advertising “PARKING” marks the edge of the market where it connects to Route 66. Word is that the new, vicious drug Morse was first cooked up in some back alley in this den of thieves and wonders, and stranger things besides.