“Do you want to come inside?”, the small elderly man said as we furiously snapped pictures of his century home in New Orleans’ French Quarter. A quick glance between me and my husband prompted thoughts like “hmm, if he is a serial killer, I think we can take him”. So we responded with a resounding “yes, please!” and went inside.
Coming into town via the Niagara Parkway I felt a sense of homecoming and calm as we rounded the corner by the fort and made our way onto Queen Strreet. Home because we’ve been coming to this quaint lake/river-side town for the last several years and I’ve learned more things about it. And home because it is a destination filled with the comforts that bring me back to peace and tranquility that often get away from me in this busy life. Niagara-on-the-Lake is a small town close to Niagara Falls, Ontario (Canada) in distance but miles away in atmosphere. It quaintly sits at the end of the Niagara River where it spills into Lake Ontario.
As we drove through the gates, I knew this place would be special. Driving down the narrow streets, I saw old houses, mostly Victorians and bungalows with expansive screened-in front porches and flowering gardens. I saw people reading on those front porches, playing games, catching up with neighbors. Children played on the yards and in the streets. Bundles of beach toys on lawns waited to be grabbed at a moment’s notice. Bicyclists maneuvered the streets along with golf carts and pedestrians while most cars stayed put.
My heart rate slowed… I began to relax. I was in Lakeside.