If you do Niagara Falls, you HAVE to do the Maid of the Mist. I think it’s the law; maybe it’s in the Constitution. Or perhaps le Déclaration des droits de l’Homme et du Citoyen.
You take this elevator down to the water level, and you are given a blue piece of plastic that is suppose to serve as a poncho, but really doesn’t keep you dry. Continue reading “At the Falls!”