Someone with a WordPress blog has posted about a recent trip to Niagara Falls:
My second major goof came at Niagara Falls – but in the end, it turned out not to matter. I’d chosen to stay on the US side to catch this morning’s train; had successfully negotiated the border (through the door marked “pedestrian entrance to USA”) and, as usual, turned down the offer of a taxi outside the checkpoint, by First Avenue, and walked. And walked. And walked. And walked some more.
By 27th Avenue, I was exhausted and covered in sweat. Niagara Falls, New York is not a successful resort like its Canadian counterpart – once past the tourist hotels, it’s a beaten-up town, with abandoned buildings and a sense of desolation.