Quiet and isolated, if you walk around here early on a Sunday morning as I did, all you're likely to find is a few people walking to church and some closed storefronts. The architecture and the street are so unwaveringly authentic in their historic sensibilities, that it makes me have the adult-equivalent of this reaction (replace "fluffy" with "historic".)
Even the cars fit in with the neighborhood. At the end of the block I came across a beautiful aquamarine-painted Chrysler New Yorker, which, despite needing some fresh paint, seemed to be in pretty good condition. It was the perfect image to compliment the rest of the street.