Look up. It's the only reason to visit the Fremont Street Experience. Whether it's the laser light shows on the canopy or the sad neon remnants of a more gritty downtown Las Vegas from a few decades ago, you'll be better off looking up because the view at eye level is dismal.
From a casino turned into a tacky clothing emporium to fried foods to kiosks hawking trash to storefront after storefront of stuff better suited to a county fair to dubious musical acts to hardly street artists churning out their wares, there ain't much experience at this Experience.
This is arguably the saddest public space in the United States and the old neon cowboy atop the former Pioneer casino agrees: see for yourself because he's got his arm up and thumb out and is hitchhiking his way out of here. Give the man a ride.