I dislike Vegas for its imitative quality. Venice is not in Nevada. With this in mind we skeptically headed to Malibu to visit an Italian villa. Let me state openly now, that the Getty Villa, while patterned after something else, is its own thing. That place is legit.
Free is indeed my favorite price and I’ve been told you get what you pay for but in this case, the public gets what Oil tycoon J. Paul Getty paid for. 
I will not run down a list of everything in the collection, including a ceremonial shield left in the Alps by Hannibal, you can find more informed lists in plenty of other places, but I will say that by the end of the day the kids said, “Well Dad, its okay and all but I’m just tired of looking at nekkid booties.”
Philistines.
There were naked bodies in marble, clay, and also silver. I had not considered silver. There was a mummy, some frescoes, and gardens. There was also a restaurant, an amphitheater, and a view of the Pacific. It is a place dedicated to beauty in multiple forms.
And the place nails it.
Frida Khalo jokes aside, there were examples of Greek comedy. There were no current corollaries.
History in marble, history in bronze, the present in fountains and grape vines, an afternoon well spent.
And then some more:
Brohammas 
Wait… Misty Copeland was there?
Take a day trip and drive up to San Simeon – Hearst did a good job as well.
Vegas is more like Disneyland but these (and many other hotels, museums and residences) are nicely done.
(by the way, reading an earlier post made me hungry for fish tacos. It’s hot and humid here and the place I’m headed only has patio but I’m about to sweat it out and enjoy something I had not planned on eating.)