Driving from the falls, after about 30 minutes we saw a sign for Niagara-on-the-Lake, a famous Canadian theatre hub that Jenny and I had recently learned about. On a whim, we start following the drama mask signs from the highway exit, hoping we'd run into it sans GPS. We almost turned around after an aimless 20 minutes of driving through vineyards due to sparse sign-age, but we went a little further and finally hit it. We drove down the main street guffawing at all the quaint shops and theaters, convinced we found some unknown Narnia-type town. We couldn't believe it.
Nestled between the Niagara River and Lake Ontario, Niagara-on-the-Lake is right on the water. Once parked, we walked down Queen Street, the main street lined with shops, restaurants, theaters, and colorful flowers. The entire area is candy for the eyes, its absolutely stunning. Feeling like we were in a storybook, Jenny and I bought turkish delight, bottles of local wine, and snuck into the picturesque, old school theaters. This town is also home of the Shaw Festival, which has been going strong since 1962 and strives to peak interest in the work of George Bernard Shaw and other playwrights from his era.
I could gush about this dreamland forever, but truly it deserves a visit. A perfect summer getaway, Niagara-on-the-Lake should be added to everyone's destination list. Jenny and I spent the rest of the daylight we had to window shop, sample wine jelly, admire the immaculate mansions, and even pay a visit to the old-fashioned Niagara Apothecary.