Pittsburgh is Not the Pits
Stop #3 on my whirlwind "vacation" (a word normally not synonymous with taking eight flights across three continents in the span of two weeks) in the states was glorious Pittsburgh, where Blake, had been visiting with his parents and getting more dental work done in two weeks than I've seen in 28 years.
Now, as someone who was born and raised in Chicago and worked and studied at various points in my life in Boston, New York and Paris, Pittsburgh has never exactly registered on my radar as a place I need to see before I die. But I have to say, the city really grew on me after a few days. You just have to ignore a lot of hideous crapitecture to see that it is a city with a whole lot of character and beautiful landscapes, from its bridges to its historic buildings to its surprisingly green, grassy parks. It reminded me of Chicago in a lot of ways - the various immigrant communities, the industrial feel, the artery-clogging food - and made me think that Pittsburgh could have become a mini Windy City if its industrial bottom hadn't fallen out.
Now, as someone who was born and raised in Chicago and worked and studied at various points in my life in Boston, New York and Paris, Pittsburgh has never exactly registered on my radar as a place I need to see before I die. But I have to say, the city really grew on me after a few days. You just have to ignore a lot of hideous crapitecture to see that it is a city with a whole lot of character and beautiful landscapes, from its bridges to its historic buildings to its surprisingly green, grassy parks. It reminded me of Chicago in a lot of ways - the various immigrant communities, the industrial feel, the artery-clogging food - and made me think that Pittsburgh could have become a mini Windy City if its industrial bottom hadn't fallen out.
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