The Roman Bath experience was a disappointing end to what could have been an incredible day. I thought the massage alone was worth the price we paid, but my Friend, obviously didn't agree.
We ambled through the streets towards the white casino in anticipation of the night to come. After a drink in a pub (a totally foreign experience after traveling on such a tight budget) we shifted our luggage by taxi to our new abode. The room contained a large quantity of that familiar impersonal orange. Used like red and white check to make something seem homely.
That night dressed up to the aces we went to the casino in style by taxi. To have entrance you show them your passport, they punch a number into a computer, ask your profession, and give you a computerized card to sign. Then you enter through the royal red portals. The colors of red, gold, and rich black fabrics come only from the decor and croupiers as the people did not seem to have dressed up for their evening out. Men seemed to have just thrown on a tie and jacket because it was required. WOmen as well in all variations of vaguely evening clothing. THere were of course the few fragile old ladies, with well-set hair do's and powder emphasising their lined faces, they clasped shiny soft hand purses, and tried to work out systems at the roulette table by noting down numbers and looking very serious.
I saw one man place 1400 marks on the roulette table in all different places and lose it all. We changed $150 of my Friend's money and started on the blackjack tables then moved to roulette with a 20-mark minimum. We bet consistently on the pairs giving us a so-so chance until it was all gone. Then my Friend changed another $100 with me saying no, no, no under my breath.
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