Horseshoe Falls in full thunder, a rainbow standing up out of the mist, the Maid of the Mist drifting close enough to feel the spray, and the Skylon Tower watching the whole thing from the bluff. Most people who end up single past fifty in Niagara Falls didn't grow up here, Toronto retirees, Hamilton commuters, Buffalo-side transplants. The water doesn't care, and after a while you stop caring too. The view rebuilds itself every morning.
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Past the tourist strip, Niagara Falls has its own neighbourhood rhythms, Stamford Centre, Chippawa, the Queen Street stretch downtown. The Niagara Parkway Recreation Trail runs 56 kilometres along the river for a real walk. St. Catharines, Welland, and Niagara-on-the-Lake are all inside twenty minutes, which broadens the pool considerably. A small winery up the escarpment makes a good first afternoon.