Grand Bazaar, huh?
Let me tell you a little something about the Grand Bazaar.
Now there is nothing wrong with the selection of shops and eateries here: they've got a ton of random little stores that 1) make for some real good window shopping and 2) actually house something you may want or need.
I'm most thankful to find a Honolulu Cookie Company so comfortably tucked away in the corner . . . cause I love me those cookies.
What I really couldn't get over was the trek getting there . . . that was truly bizarre.
When has the Strip been littered with so many people relentlessly selling timeshares and stuff? Dude, it's hella crazy.
Without getting into too much graphic detail, I had to make sure to averted my little ones eyes from the more adult themed stuff they were peddling on more than one occasion. It was really quite disturbing and gross and goes against the notion of Vegas as a more family oriented destination. Moreover, how effective is that kind of advertising in this day and age anyways? I mean everyone knows the best place to find adult entertainment is through yelp. duh. search strippers. enter. boom. and then uber yourself over to one of these very fine establishments.
Truth to be told, I rarely go the Strip anymore and after this recent visit, I'm definitely restricting my outings to a couple choice casinos and the Honolulu Cookie Company.
Oh the perils I go through for those cookies.