After a weekend full of wedding festivities outside Toronto, Stéphane and I drove south for a night in Niagara Falls on the Canada side. We stayed at a bed and breakfast right on the cliffs of the Niagara River, and went for a walk to explore the falls and town. We quickly realized that Niagara town is a tourist trap: casinos, fast food, and your typical establishments (Rainforest Cafe, Ripley’s Believe it or Not, Hardrock Cafe, and more). Not totally our type of town, but we found refuge at the Niagara Brewing Company as the sun set.
Right before the sun finally dipped, I ran down to the river, a little tipsy, to snap a few shots.
We took a bottle of wine back to the B&B, but never finished it.
The next day, we got up early to catch the first Hornblower cruise from the Canada side that takes you down the Niagara river and into the mists of the American and Horseshoe Falls. I was hopping with excitement as we boarded the boat and put on our red plastic ponchos. The sun streaked through the mists, and, when we get into the heart of Horseshoe Falls, my camera was put away as the massive waterfall drenched us completely.
We spent the rest of the afternoon on the U.S. side of the falls, strolling through the state park along Goat and Green Islands.
On driving back north to the airport, we stopped at La Grande Hermine, a rusting replica shipwreck that used to sail and serve as a restaurant. Now it tilts to the side, abandoned, in a rotting pool.
