The pavilions, the shuttered baths, the abandoned hotels, all speak to a glorious past - at the same time conveying an optimism that some prince might come along and rescue it-
as a visitor, you get caught up in this fever too. "Isn't this place amazing? What if....Oh man, I would love to...." It is seductive in a way. The potential so thick you can taste it . The Korean Investment group who collectively flaked must have gotten caught up in it too... their neglect was far more insidious though, closing the 
remaining hotels and baths with the intention of "restoring" them, and then nothing. So now, any life that was left; the remaining Orthodox Jews, the few old school Sharon Springs devotees are gone, the hotels burning, or collapsing, and the life getting sucked out of the vacuum that is Sharon Springs.The landscape reminded me of a dusty diorama in an unvisited museum.... once loved, once looked at.
Sharon Springs is the Yang to Saratoga Springs Yin.
Bizarro World.
