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Day 6: Pittsburgh, PA (Part 2) The rain started up again as I left the Strip, scotching plans to wander around the core of the city. I drove around, tangling myself up in a mess of one-way streets, crossing the three rivers a few times. Not many opportunities to shoot pics out of the car, but I managed to capture these shots of Heinz Field (home of the Steelers) and the incline railway. With no sign of the rain ending, it seemed like the perfect time to head to the Carnegie Museums on Forbes Avenue. The Carnegie Museum of Art and Carnegie Museum of Natural Science share the same complex, with floors of each museum colliding into each other, especially due to renovations and installations. If you tire of the arts, you're only steps away from nature. A room of chairs. The Great Love , Robert Indiana, 1966. I associate this with a US postage stamp from my childhood collection. Bob, The Vigilant Fire Company's Dog , H. Rebele, 1863. From the museum's websi...

Day 6: Pittsburgh, PA (Part 1) The day began with grocery shopping around the Shadyside and East Liberty neighbourhoods at Trader Joe's and one of Giant Eagle's Market District stores. The weather proved a hindrance during the day, as intermittent showers cut down on the amount of walking I planned to do. Early on, I discovered I didn't need to look at my city map to find my way around. The city's main neighbourhoods are well marked, thanks to the signage shown here. Many point to multiple neighbourhoods - imagine if you were at Queen and Spadina and a similar sign pointed you to Yorkville, The Annex, Cabbagetown, The Danforth and The Beach. I tossed the map in the back seat and let the signs guide me...and they didn't let me down. Heading west towards the core of the city, Penn Ave is lined with murals and artwork on buildings, such as Loud Silence , found at the corner of Fairmount. More about the artist , Tarish Pipkins . Two more Penn Ave mural...

Day 5: Lancaster, PA to Pittsburgh, PA I had spent the night at a Quality Inn that looked like it was an old roadside motel in a previous incarnation (outdoor entrances to both ends of the room, long parking lot, etc). Various stages of renovation were evident, though my bathroom was definitely from another era. If my bathroom tile was pink, would there have been matching flamingos by the back courtyard? Anyone want to guess the age? Tiring of continental breakfasts, I grabbed my morning meal in Mount Joy, just west of Lancaster. One menu item at the Country Table caught my eye: scrapple . While I had heard of this mush-like dish, I had never seen it on a menu until now. It was the first and last time I'll order scrapple. My plate came with three large pieces, of which I got through most of one before deciding the taste and texture weren't to my liking. This wasn't going to be an item that improved with each bite, which was too bad, since the accompanying pan...