It’s this crowded all the time in Times Square.”
Oh, Pittsburgh. Never change.
For those who are maybe less familiar with the completely charming Pittsburgh Light-Up Night tradition (for which I haven’t found an equivalent – at least not in Philadelphia), on the weekend before Thanksgiving downtown Pittsburgh shuts down traffic and becomes a winter carnival. The tree underneath the PPG building is lit, and ice-skaters make their endless loops around it. There are gingerbread houses, food vendors, and live-music stages.
At the end of the night, there are fireworks, and if Pittsburgh does anything right, it’s fireworks. I’m kicking myself for not getting a shot of the particular fireworks that erupted into a shape of a heart. Because if there’s any place I truly “heart,” it’s Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.