Pittsburgh is one city that understands a grande entrance. Winding along freeways, propelled into a tunnel, and BAM! It's beautiful. Every era of architecture smashed together and linked with bridges. The downtown was bustling, so much so that we had to try not to get hit by pedestrians. The hotel was marvelous, our huge window overlooked the river and we stuffed ourselves at the restaurant.
I'm still not sure what the lure is of riding on something built before the light bulb. But it's there and we couldn't not. So we did. The view was great but maybe next time we'll just drive up the hill.