Three elements make a great public space. Enclosure. Delight. And a view. While large public spaces are not a Vegas specialty, there are small spots here and there if you know where to look.

As Bonnie Springs gives way to luxury homes, the fate of its animals reflects our complicated relationship with the nonhuman world.

Battered by cystic fibrosis, Las Vegan Alexa Ciancimino battles for air with a little help from family and (sometimes famous) friends.

Thanks to the nonprofit Clean the World, the Strip’s discarded hotel soap helps prevent disease worldwide.

Most Las Vegans, I wager, will never taste a pita sandwich from a Cairo food cart. Any of us, however, can order from the Egyptian street food section of POTs’ all-vegan menu.

The short stretch of Rainbow Boulevard between the 215 Beltway and Windmill Lane is a smorgasbord of cuisines and cafés.

The eye-opening history of stereoscopic photography.

This is a talk about a speech — specifically, Colin Powell’s 2003 address to the U.N. Security Council, in which he insisted that Iraq had “weapons of mass destruction.”

Las Vegas is a nexus of sensory extremes. In the middle of a broiling desert, we’ve got a string of air-conditioned Strip casinos boasting some of the world’s finest food, splashiest production shows, and, of course, row upon row of clamorous, glittering games of chance.