It was seven a.m. on a Sunday morning, the revelry of Saturday night all but a memory as the town of Pittsburgh sleeps. I find it the perfect time to wander and explore the streets of the South Side.
The town has the somewhat congested feel of New York City, but minus the stench and piles of trash. Quaint homes compacted together seem to force a sense of community. Bright colors, religious monikers and whiskey bars dot the South Side landscape.
It’s a town I fall instantly in love with, and can’t wait to return in couple of months to see the East side.