An update from Phoneix airport waiting for our flight to Denver, CO.
At Phoenix Airport waiting to get on a flight to Denver – we’re going to be there for a day, then back through the whole routine to the next city.
Phoenix, or what I saw of it, is a fascinating place – arriving by air you can see the mountains that completely encircle the city, that look like they were swept up into great piles from the desert floor. The cactus grown alarmingly large – to cartoon proportions, huge phallic symbols of the arid landscape.
The sunset last night was like a giant bushfire on the horizon, with the mountains changing colour by the minute, from a rich ruby red to purple – stunning.
The hotel, the Arizona Biltmore, was a beautiful, if not confusing, sprawling estate with a huge internal courtyard surrounded by twinkling lights set into Frank Lloyd Wrightish bollards and sweeping lawns, fountains and terraces where I was served the most deelish pomegranate martini – in the biggest glass I’ve ever seen (well, we are in America).
Up at the crack of dawn, back on the bus, dragging the luggage through the maze of security, etc, etc at airport and now heading to the next spate of architectural wonderment.
Earlier this week, I visited a number of amazing iconic buildings as you can see below.
And our tour of the Getty centre, Los Angeles