The casino floor was heaving as gamblers, such as Sally Cresswell, a 57-year-old estate agent from Texas, hit the slots at the Tropicana for one last dance with Lady Luck.
During its heyday in the middle of the last century, the hotel represented the glitz and the glamour of Las Vegas, the casino town that sprung up in the middle of the Nevada desert and was controlled by the mob.
Today you have to listen hard to hear the dying strains of the Rat Pack here, with the gangsters who once called Sin City home long gone. As a vivid illustration of the changing face of Las Vegas, the Tropicana takes some beating.
