OK, I didn't know if I would bother to blog anything about Niagra-On-The-Lake, but now I think I'll propose a little puzzle.
Here are your clues:
1.We arrived at our Bed and Breakfast to a greeting of "Well, there they are."
(additional insight - it was not midnight when we got here but rather 2 o'clock in the afternoon).
2.When we realized that the wireless doesn't work in our room very well, I went down to thank them for putting us in the largest room at the far end but asked if we might move to the room closest to the head of the stairs where the wireless works better. The answer was that we could use the other room, too, as an office of sorts if we want since we are the only guests.(Oh and that reminds me, do either of you drink decaffienated coffee or can we just make regular in the morning?)
3.When we went to have lunch, there were folks at one table when we arrived, but they left so it was just us at the restaurant. And the same thing happened at dinner (though in all fairness there were two other tables clearing out when we showed up).
4.The sign on one of the several closed shops on the main street reads, "We will reopen in May 2011".
5.A walk down to the edge of Lake Ontario at the mouth of the Niagra River took us past a couple of folks bundled up in fur-lined parkas and revealed many, many small icebergs floating around on the surface of the water.
So, Sherlocks, what do we deduce from this?
Personally, I'm going with the theory that nobody with any sense comes to Niagra-On-The-Lake in March.
On the other hand, it is quiiieeetttt.
Plenty of opportunity for introspection and contemplation and meditation. And that, after all, is what we were looking for at this point in this trip. That means that today we will just relax. Stroll around if we can bear it. Drink coffee (or tea now that we have become accustomed in Britain). Read books. Or whatever. There was a time, long, long ago, when we used to take 'sit around and do nothing' vacations. So we will try to recapture our youth.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
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Sounds downright Lovecraftian...did you check the proprietor for webbed fingers and gills?
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