The Chicago Tribune has a nice article about a trip the author and his family made to Niagara Falls:
This summer, Juju and I returned by ourselves to Niagara Falls, Canada (we still haven’t set foot on the American side), and found it swarming with families, just as before.
In places along the wall beside the falls, the crowds stood four deep and stretched on for hundreds of yards. New-looking high-rise hotels loomed above us from the bluff alongside the Niagara River. Two casinos, also fairly fresh out of the wrapper, had come on line since our last visit, and there were amusements galore, from carnival rides to macabre museums.
The falls proceeded with their usual rush of astounding turbulence. Hadn’t changed a bit in a dozen years, as far as I could tell. They mesmerize. They show how brutally strong a body of water can be when it suddenly has to drop 170 feet from atop a cliff.