We'll Always Have Paris

I did it. I'm finally in Paris. As a Jewish man who has heard the reports of a rise in anti-semitism in France over the past few years, I was understandably apprehensive about my sojourn to this one-time Parisian paradise.

Much to my surprise, the "natives" I encountered on March 28, my first day in Paris, were courteous and welcoming. As a matter of fact, to this point I have been treated with nothing but respect and kindness from all.

Okay, I should probably mention that the "Paris" I've encountered is the hotel on the infamous "Las Vegas strip," not the romantic city of lights! Then again, considering that my travel-mates are not, by any means, my "Goddesses," but two completely unattractive and far too swarthy fellow journalists, romance is not a priority.

Call it a gambler's superstition, or something more, but I've heard from countless friends, colleagues and family members, who, as fellow Jews, refuse to stay at - or gamble - at Paris.

Staying in the red luxury rooms, dining at Mon Ami Gabi, walking the mock cobblestone "streets" that deliver Paris patrons to Bally's via a scenic and aesthetically pleasing panorama, made me think of the Paris Immortalized in movies and song during my youth, decades ago. I wasn't thinking of vandalized synagogues, but, rather, an innocent and romantic time that, unfortunately, has long passed.

So far, my trip to Paris has been a pleasure despite misfortune at the blackjack table.

I'll be in Vegas for another couple of nights and I intend to get my Euros back, until then mon ami, let's raise a glass to Paris and all its beauty and splendor, even if it is in the Nevada desert!

For more about Paris Las Vegas, and other Vegas gems, check back with Shalom Life and my column. Until then, bon soir and, to me, bon chance, and remember, no matter how I do at the tables, we'll always have Paris!