Debbie, the Ohioan, had been to Niagara Falls many, many times. So I suggested to my friend that we go to the Canadian side, thinking that was enough of a variation. I had heard that Canadians do the Falls much better than we in the USA do, and it’s not just that the nature-given views were better. The park, the walkways, the shops and the restaurants, as well as the views: all of it was better. But Debbie’s suggestion was the best of all. She wanted to visit Niagara-on-the-Lake.
We stopped by the Falls on our way there. And it was glorious.
Ask any one of the ten-gazillion tourists who strolled along the bluffs above the cascades, and they will rave about Niagara. They are right to rave.
The next day, we drove less than 30 minutes to Niagara-on-the-Lake. Quaint, precious, well-tended, gorgeous and greatly loved by the half-gazillion tourists who found their way there, this perfect little village delights.
Like everyone else, we meandered the main street, peeked into a dozen shops, lunched at an adorable cafe.
Just goes to show you, when you can collar a local and convince them to show you around, visiting a place gets remarkably more successful. Thanks, Deb.