Niagara by night
After dark the Falls fade into rainbow-coloured blurs across the gorge, supplanted by the neon glow of the Clifton Hill strip.
Even on a drizzly Tuesday night in September, Clifton Hill has a certain faintly desperate energy. The buildings call out, exhorting the passers-by to be frightened by Frankenstein, to try glow-in-the-dark mini-golf, to enjoy cinema in 4D (whatever that is).
People stand in small groups outside the fast food stands, eating $3.49 pretzels and 50c hot dogs, looking at each other to check that they are all having a really good time. This is Niagara Falls after all. It is supposed to be fun.