Niagara Falls
When my parents married, Niagara Falls was a popular honeymoon trip.
They married in November, and decided to drive south from Wisconsin along the Mississippi River instead of driving over icy roads to Niagara Falls.
My husband had been to the Falls when he was about 7 but I had never been there—so the add-on trip was definitely on my bucket list–there are much fewer things in that bucket. I’ve accomplished some of them, others lost their appeal.
We loaded up on a very nice bus and drove through the countryside filled with vineyards. Those grape vines look very stark–as they are trimmed bacvk to just the trunk at the end of each growing season.
Our first stop was at Niagara on the Lake. This is a touristy town with lots of shops along the main street.
Of course, there were tulips.
This hotel occupied most of a block and had some lovely outdoor seating—too chilly for me to contemplate.
There were lots of places to have lunch–but I opted for a chimney cake—a thin roll of yeaast dough covered in cinnamon sugar–although I could have had jalapeno or pina colada.
there is a Shaw festival each year and in one storefront, several people were working on a costume for a gypsy…it was pink with lost of spangles.
Of interest was a milliner’s shop, with assorted sewing machines, advertising hat shaping.
I’m not sure how you organized a ride in this horse and carriage but it seemed to make the rounds on an hourly basis.
After loading back up on the bus, we headed for the Falls. It was a chilly rainy dreary day and I hoped it would not be a full downpour when we got there.
Sylvia Weir Art 