Going To Pittsburgh

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     On Friday, December 9, a couple of members of the Panera Posse - my girl group which meets at Panera every Wednesday morning on which the sun rises - and myself rounded up our hubbies and took a weekend trip to Pittsburgh to partake of that city's holiday festivities.
      As for me, I'd never been to Pittsburgh before, but one of the Posse members knows and loves that city so well that she often speaks of its charms and had more than once suggested that we take a group trip there with herself as our tour guide. 
       Finally a couple of us took her up on the idea.
      The plan was that Tom, myself and another couple would travel together on Friday and our tour guide friend and her husband, both of whom had to work on Friday, would meet us at our hotel on Saturday morning and from there begin our official Pittsburgh tour.  And this, in fact, is what came to pass.
        And so on Friday morning at 11 am Tom and I and our friends set out for Pittsburgh. Our tour guide friend had suggested that we stop along the way for lunch at the Oglebay Lodge in West Virginia, which we did.

   The Oglebay Lodge, nestled among beautiful hills and pine trees,

...was all decked out for the holidays.

    We had lunch at one of the lodge's restaurants, The Glassworks Grill,

...which offered a lovely view of the hills as well as great food.

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    Tom's hot roast beef,

...my veggie burger.

    After lunch we were back on the road again and about an hour later we exited the Fort Pitt Tunnel to be greeted by the famous panoramic view of downtown Pittsburgh that awaits all visitors on the other side of the tunnel.

   We stayed downtown in the Hampton Inn on the Allegheny River.

     We'd decided that our first venture would be a visit to the Andy Warhol Museum, as our  friend had told us that the museum tickets were half price after 5 pm on Fridays.
      The museum was a 15-minute walk from our hotel and so we set out walking along the river, admiring the rows of bridges that span the water,

...until we reached the bright yellow bridge known as The Andy Warhol Bridge,

...on the other side of which is the Andy Warhol Museum.

      It turned out that the half-priced Friday night tickets were actually quarter-priced for Seniors,

...so, all of us being of a certain age, we got in for five dollars each.

   The museum is a vast space on seven floors full of Andy Warhol's work,

...and telling his life's story.

     The museum is also a repository for the thousands of objects that Warhol collected throughout his life.

     We spent several hours wandering the museum - though we probably could have spent several more -

...then we headed back across the river,

...this time walking through the city,

...back to our hotel.