“It’s moments like this where I wish I had a pancake lens.”, Joey said.
“If you don’t hurry up you’re going to look like a pancake. I can see a car coming.”, David replied.
We were back in Villeray and Joey was sitting in the middle of the street, trying take a picture of Paroisse Saint-Cecile, while David nervously watched for oncoming traffic.
Joey: “Ok, got it!”
David: “Was it really worth almost dying over a picture?”
Joey: “Bro, have a little faith.”
David: “Can we go get coffee now? I’m dying here.”
David was right. It was almost 11AM and we hadn’t had our caffeine fix yet. There was just something about this neighborhood that grabbed our attention. Between its vibrant art murals, tucked-away alleys and quaint shops; Villeray is much like a small village within a big city. We slowly made our way down De Castelneau Street, until we reached Cafe Ferlucci, a small neighborhood cafe with a growing reputation.