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| - I remember that cherub of culinary commerce, that leprechaun of EVOO, Rachael Ray, came here on one her $40-a-day shows and swooned over the abundance of flowers on display here. She may have said, "Oh, my gravy!" or one of her other tired expressions. For some reason, I was expecting a much bigger atrium greenhouse, but in truth, it's actually squeezed in an inner courtyard of the Bellagio surrounded by fancy restaurants and upscale shops like Chihuly.
The good news is that unlike most anything else in the hotel, the conservatory is free. Granted the ornate glass ceilings lend a European flavor, Jamie W. and I were strolling when they ironically put out their Chinese New Year's decorations with panda topiaries and a variety of orchids and other exotic flowers, all immaculately maintained (see my photos). The challenge is maneuvering yourself through the throngs of tourists with their baby strollers and shrieking toddlers. It's just not all that bucolic a setting for personal meditation if you know what I mean. How much is too much? Just go to the Bellagio and find out.
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