My take on Atlantis from The Last Secret of Nikola Tesla:
...The city stretched as far as we could see. Multiple canals separated from the main river and flowed between houses. We’re in the middle of the Sahara, and this place lives on water. Like Venice. Snakes and Golden Gates and canals. A vague memory floated in my mind. Why did it sound familiar?
“Does it?” Dad asked. I realized I had spoken that one though aloud.
“What about you?” I rounded on him. He was keeping secrets and I was not going to stand for it. “What do you think?”
He looked heavenward as if trying to see the picture he would paint with words. “I think of a city that has its walls covered with copper,” he said. “Snakes and the sun are sacred there. The citadel of the city is encircled by water and land. The city is a capital of an empire. The city of…”
“The Golden Gates,” I finished. “Plato,” I whispered. “Could it be possible?”
Dad nodded. “Atlantis. Yes.”
“But Atlantis was supposed to be beyond the Pillars of Heracles, in the Atlantic, and it sank into the ocean,” I protested.
“In the first place, it’s not clear that Plato meant Gibraltar when he referred to the Pillars of Heracles,” Dad said. “So I’m not so sure about the Atlantic. There are certainly scholars who believe Atlantis existed in the Mediterranean and was the basis of the Minoan civilization. Either way, most authorities say it sank beneath the waves. So I don’t think this is Atlantis. At least, this wasn’t the center of the empire. It could be that the empire reached up to here, though, and this is one of the peripheral cities.”
We walked another mile. Beyond the river, the houses were overshadowed by a hill topped with the round building that we had seen earlier. Now that we were closer, I could see that something black decorated the top of the temple walls. I wished for a moment that I had visited my eye doctor and gotten the glasses I knew I needed. Alex used to laugh at what he called my vanity. Nonsense. I just don’t think I need them. Except perhaps now.
“What are those black things on the temple walls?” I asked Sirota.
“They look like hands, opened toward sun,” he said.
“They are probably made of Serapitum,” Dad said.
“There are metal strips in the walls connecting them,” Sirota added. He studied them a moment longer. “Those hands may operate like solar collectors.”...
Finally a few pictures from the "real Atlantis", or perhaps the "real fake", AKA Atlantis resort (taken by yours truly):