Victoria Park Life #vicparklife

Is a place full of mature trees and charming weatherboard workers' cottages with the baked orange-red of bricks. Where car yards are being redeveloped into apartments and commercial premises and a healthy mix of nationalities and socio-economic groups live together.

A place where the "Super-Cafe Strip" stretches a long way from the River to St James, alive and humming with its own unique energy. Where the local business owners offer fantastic service and a surreal "this is what shops used to be like" retail experience.

Where you can catch up for a meal, a beer or wine and wander home afterwards, past your friends' and neighbours' homes. With open space, parks, river foreshore and a healthy mix of nationalities and socio-economic groups.

Its charm is infectious, relax and enjoy #vicparklife

What's Happening

Our past is the motor trade and car yards but our future is infill. Car yards being redeveloped into apartments and commercial premises bringing more people, more vibrancy and making the promise of our cafe strip even more appealing and sustainable.

what is happening now:

Lycra Love

Share the Joy.Ok I’m going to deviate from real estate a little.   As they say, ‘All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy’.So what should a middle age man do with his spare time?  Please note that by spare time I’m talking about the time between 5am and 7am in the morning. That is, the time after waking and before school lunches have to be cobbled together, mercurially produced from leftovers and mysterious fridge remnants. Before pleats have to be ironed in skirts and bus passes uncovered from impossible hiding places.This is a special time.  A time for men to gather.  Manly men. In coloured lycra. Some who shave their legs.Sure much fun has been poked at this desperate pastime of men to salvage the fitness and power of youth.  A last desperate grab at the virility and strength of the young bull.  I honestly didn’t believe the cycling bug would strike me.  I am not obsessive by nature….or so I thought.  A couple of rides a week that was the goal.  I bought a second hand bike and three years later I’m a tragic.The upsides have been many. I’m generally much fitter. I’m an active role model for my kids.  But most importantly I have fulfilled a human need.  To belong.  Cycling is tribal.  With secret codes and hidden meanings. Like a Masonic secret handshake you belong only if you stayed up late watching the Vuleta or the Giro or the Le Tour.  You must know that Durace is better than Ultegra, that disc brakes belong on CX bikes, that steel is real and not all carbon is created equal.  And there is another layer.  A social layer that goes beyond the coffee afterwards or the chat on the bike, talking faster wheels and lighter frames. This other layer is “Strava”, social media for cyclists.  We share our heart rates, our cadence, our speed, our wattage and our ride routes.  And as always there is chest beating, a chance for one-upmanship, to win virtual trophies and trash talk each other.  This digital exchange continues long after the ride is finished. Covertly operated below desk height , while co-workers attend to paid tasks. Online bromances flourish. Lubricated by the serotonin and endorphin release that cycling brings about. That commonality of shared joy.At the core of cycling really is the “hit” it provides. The anticipation and release. The Big Hill conquered.  The 100km ridden. The mad sprint against your mates. The dizzying descent at breakneck speed.  I challenge anyone to ride a bike and not feel some of the powers of flight, and extraordinary speed.  Wind in your face. At one with the elements. We live in a beautiful city. Ride along the river. Dolphins, sunrises and early morning bird song. King’s Park, the Perth Hills and gorgeous ocean-side coastal rides. So I do this because now it makes me feel whole. The cycling me is a better version. Whether I am negotiating a home sale or goal umpiring at kids football, the feeling as my body rebuilds each day is addictive and a reminder that tomorrow I get to do it all again! Derek Baston

The Strip

Vic Park is a village, albeit one with a very long main street. Albany Highway. This "Super-Cafe Strip" tells the story of our diversity, our past and the quickly arriving future. The people are friendly and the local businesses offer suprisingly good value.

  • African hairdressers
  • Motorcycle accessory stores
  • Op shops
  • Pubs
  • Photography studios
  • Barbers
  • Book stores
  • Burger bars
  • Boot makers
  • Fair trade shops
  • Food halls
  • Gelato cafes
  • 24 hour pizza shops
  • Curio shops
  • Lingerie shops
  • Gift shops
  • Lebanese restaurants
  • Chinese restaurants
  • Fine dining restaurants
  • Mexican restaurants
  • Vietnamese restaurants
  • Nepalese restaurants
  • Malay restaurants
  • Thai restaurants
  • Indian restaurants
  • Turkish restaurants
Cafe COunter

White picket fences and back yards with mulberry trees. Sure there are apartments and town houses and villas and everything in-between. But that is the Town of Victoria Park. It's got a bit of everything.

This is a place to live.

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