I have experienced the feeling of deja vu a few times in my life, and when arrived at the Paris Hotel in Vegas, I felt it.  It was like we had been transported back to Paris, France.  We had been there three years earlier and here we were, once again standing near the Eiffel Tower, albeit one that is a tad bit smaller.

And I must say the hotel does a very good job at bottling up all the charms of the French capital and bringing it to the Vegas strip.  From the replica cobblestone streets winding around the restaurants, cafes, and casinos on the ground floor, to the smell of freshly baked croissants in the morning, I found myself pleasantly surprised during our stay.